The Vagabond

Sylvie Ciel · 05-15-2010, 10:16 AM

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WC: 1250 <- Holy CROW. xD

Poor Sylvie's mind felt as if it would shatter.

All this at once, each piece more emotionally charged than the last, it was hard for her to take in. Caillen's silence did little to help as the caramel damsel in distress fumbled with what she should and shouldn't do. It had been engraved into her mind so deeply as a child in that boggy world that emotions made you weak- if an alligator came upon you fighting for your sanity amidst a muddle of emotions, it would not stop to await your success or failure against yourself. It would gobble you up without a second thought. That lack of what made many had left her starved, sheltered from things she should have no trouble with. She was stunted emotionally, though not as much socially any more. Those days when Alaine would offer hugs as congratulations, Sylvie would hold fast and steady, unsure of what on earth her guardian was doing. Even when Ruri had held her in her lap all that time ago, she had naught an idea of how to sit.

And now, it seemed, the one person she allowed past those barriers, across the traps that often deterred any interaction with her, had gone too far- far enough to hurt when he did not respond. Far enough to cause the same pain her parents had. He had reached her heart, and it felt as though it would better to tear the beating muscle from her breast than to allow it any more chances to cause her pain. To lock the thing up in a box outside of her body, and bury it off in the unknown. Those tears, they were the bane of her facade, the end of that wall that had held back what she had managed to hide for so long. But this display of pain- if Caillen was an alligator, she would have been dead... and so she had tried to hide them. Because he was her shining light, and he'd always seemed to dim when she was in pain. She didn't like that reaction.

What was she worth? All this time of being gone... the gypsy she-dog was not worth anything. She was a virgin unwilling, a dancer unstable, a hard working herder unwound. But still, Caillen would not stop watching her with those ice blue eyes. Oh, how they hurt, like fire upon flesh, their meaning unknown by the inability to look at them. She steeled herself for what was surely to come- the alligator's bite. He would break her heart into tiny pieces and then leave her their to repair them, and she would deserve it. Deserve it, deserve it, for having hurt him so much. But what made her feel so bad about it?

Soft frame shook gently, all four paws rooted, tail low, face staring, staring, lost in the green grasses before its vivid violet gaze. That soft sky-blue gaze on her, hot upon quivering frame- it made her wonder still more. Why did it matter so much? Why did what exactly he thought of her sting so much? The soft-spoken gypsy had been off and lawless all this time, taking only half stock in what other canines had been telling her, had thought of the wild little teenager off and traversing about, scented of lavender and salt water.

What had she cared then? What did she feel for Caillen whose name had been forgotten? She knew the analogies that fit it, and that it involved letting him into her heart... but what was it called? Surely... surely it wasn't love? Any last remnants of denial was swept away in the rush of thoughts following. It was love... and it was about to break her. The death blow was coming. Icy fingers seized her heart with hopes of quickly protecting the bruised flesh from tearing anymore...

The sensation of movement passed through the air near her, and though she braced herself, nothing came. Tears still trickling down caramel cheeks, those vivid moon-glow gems opened their clenched lids, staring at the grasses below them. What... what? Quietly, they wrested from their previous engagement of counting the grasses on the earth, settling softly upon the young man he now was, that slightly goofy smile upon his chiseled maw. One ivory paw was extended to her, a soft gesture of comfort. She was flabbergasted, eyes wide with confusion. A new spike of pain jumped as she realized she had missed his first change, hadn't been there when the moon finally claimed his body, rearranging it into a form more useful than the one they had inhabited before.

He was a handsome thing now, built so strongly into a better-suited size for those once too-large paws, his mane still that striking orange that stuck out among the rest of his cobalt blue coat. But alas, he had missed her first change as well... and she had preferred it that way. To keep him from seeing her in such great distress, even if the pain was not all that bad, she was glad he hadn't seen the way it stung... though she'd wished for his comfort for so long after its completion. This... this truly is love, in't it?

The she-dog kept that bright gaze upon him as she then began to change. White ruff lengthened and spread out into soft, fluffy spikes up her neck, while the now more obvious lopsided heart-shape upon her lupine's forehead sprouted into lilac to white gradient bangs, falling into those ever staring gems. Limbs lengthened, stretching, until she could no longer hold all fours comfortably and had to stand. Those slim arms and legs completed their change with soft hands upon the forepaw and that standing footpaw bend, paws melting away into them. Torso lengthened while chest widened a touch, and Sylvie suddenly felt self-conscious.

That dress Alaine had helped her find was still tied as a bandanna around her neck, but she had finally grown just a little too tall for it- and hadn't yet lengthened the silly thing. She wasn't exactly what one would call luscious, though those soft curves were showing through her still teenage form, but still she felt the embarrassment of needing to cover up. Caillen had to think her indecent, for not putting on something...

"Umm..."

A heavy blush snuck onto creamy cheeks, warming the skin below the soft moonlight fur. About to apologize again, Sylvie held her tongue in favor of letting him decide. She wasn't exactly used to being... naked, for lack of a better word, in front of people. She tended to keep this to herself, off gallivanting alone before putting on her too-small dress and scouting the nearby territories. Still, despite the slight embarrassment that slipped over her glinting, watery eyes, she tenderly placed her own hand in his, as if worried he might pull back that comforting gesture as she neared it.

She loved him, so very dearly. But parts of her past still sprung to mind at the idea of love. She had loved her parents, and they had betrayed her, used her for nothing but personal gain, before tossing her into the ocean that clung so fervently to her scent now, almost a year later. Caillen... he would never do such a thing, right? Alaine had... taught him better, right? She knew this. He would protect her, and even if he couldn't completely do so, she wouldn't care. He was her sun, her heart, her love- and nothing would change that.

Talk. Think. Walk.

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