10-06-2011, 05:49 PM
3+ he's basically saying he loves her in a friend way
Once again he was running, once again he was being a coward and leaving his problems behind instead of facing them like a true man of honor. What had happened to him? Where had he turned from the correct path and when had he started down this road to evil and horror? His family would be so ashamed of him, he was ashamed of himself, he could not call himself an Austral, not anymore. He was unworthy. He had raped a woman, a woman who had trusted him, who had placed the lives of her unborn pups, his own children into his hands and he had broken every ounce of respect and safety between them, shattered it into pieces and then ground what was left into the dirt.
He took no notice of where it was he was running to just continued to push his way through the trees and underbrush. Whereas before the forest had welcomed him now it scorned and mocked, he was a sinner, the worst kind of person, the forest didn't want him here either. He was a no one, a nothing, a reject. He was now feeling for the first time ever the full force of his mate's death, it had been a year ago but it still smarted and burned as though it had been yesterday, his daughter had turned away and rightly so.
Because of his unobservant behavior he ended up tripping over a series of roots and rootlets, staggering through a wall of underbrush and out next to a stream, collapsing to his hands and knees, stones and sharp rocks digging hard into fur and skin. It took him several seconds to realise that he was not alone anymore. He gaped across at Saxif almost willing to believe he had slipped into the realm of hallucination. The woman was weeping dryly and was smeared with blood; her blood as the scent permeated the air. The man scrambled towards her on hands and knees and gathered her up into his arms, all without saying a word although he shook fiercely.
"Amigo, Te quiero."
Once again he was running, once again he was being a coward and leaving his problems behind instead of facing them like a true man of honor. What had happened to him? Where had he turned from the correct path and when had he started down this road to evil and horror? His family would be so ashamed of him, he was ashamed of himself, he could not call himself an Austral, not anymore. He was unworthy. He had raped a woman, a woman who had trusted him, who had placed the lives of her unborn pups, his own children into his hands and he had broken every ounce of respect and safety between them, shattered it into pieces and then ground what was left into the dirt.
He took no notice of where it was he was running to just continued to push his way through the trees and underbrush. Whereas before the forest had welcomed him now it scorned and mocked, he was a sinner, the worst kind of person, the forest didn't want him here either. He was a no one, a nothing, a reject. He was now feeling for the first time ever the full force of his mate's death, it had been a year ago but it still smarted and burned as though it had been yesterday, his daughter had turned away and rightly so.
Because of his unobservant behavior he ended up tripping over a series of roots and rootlets, staggering through a wall of underbrush and out next to a stream, collapsing to his hands and knees, stones and sharp rocks digging hard into fur and skin. It took him several seconds to realise that he was not alone anymore. He gaped across at Saxif almost willing to believe he had slipped into the realm of hallucination. The woman was weeping dryly and was smeared with blood; her blood as the scent permeated the air. The man scrambled towards her on hands and knees and gathered her up into his arms, all without saying a word although he shook fiercely.
"Amigo, Te quiero."