Word Count: 515 & WotD, Points: 6 ;; Always. :3
Rosario was somewhat taken aback by the final question that Yuki sent her way. It actually made her mind reel for a moment, which seemed to be becoming something of a common occurrence lately. Did she want to be left alone? As much as the situation put her on guard, did she really wish for the wolf to leave? If she were to be completely honest with herself, the coyote was more alone than ever before in her life. She had thought that coming to this foreign land and joining others like her would soothe the aches of her soul, but nothing had really changed. She still felt like she was fading into the evanescence of misery. Rosario needed the company, and she needed a friend. Her own voice surprised her, ”No! Uh.. I mean.. you stay if that es what you want. It does no botherr me.” She liked to think that if Yuki had admitted to being a Luperci, her answer would’ve been different. But that was unlikely. . .
The initial shock from the question wearing off, Rosario allowed herself to soak in the other things that Yuki had said. The fact that she had said she was ‘sadly’ not a Luperci made the coyote want to shake her head in disgust. There was nothing sad about being a regular wolf or coyote – in fact, there was plenty more sad things about being a Luperci. Rosario wanted to somehow relate to Yuki all the pain and heartache that the Luperci had brought her, even before she had been turned into one. There was no way she could share her woes and hurts with the other and make her understand, however. Even recounting a life time of agony wouldn’t be enough to make a difference. Besides, it was doubtful that she had the proper words to tell her story anyway.
Instead, Rosario offered a bittersweet smile and said, ”Si, I am Luperrci… unforrtunately.” She gave her crown a gentle shake, causing the bell to jingle in acknowledgement of the movement. Then, to allow herself a moment of silence, she once again slid her tongue over the wound. It still took a bit of self control to keep from wincing at the pain that blossomed beneath her salmon appendage, but the expression across her visage was just as impassive as it had been before.
Rosario then allowed her ocean hued gaze to rest on the larger wolfess once again, longing showing within the infinite depths of her twin pools. She couldn’t recount how she felt, exactly, but she could make it a bit clearer if she desired. Why should she, though? Well, loneliness aside, Yuki had selflessly saved her. She also spoke Spanish and had refreshed Rosario’s soul in a way she hadn’t felt in nearly a year. Lastly, she was not a Luperci; being a wolf was never good, but had she of been a Luperci there was little chance that the coyote would ever allow herself to open up. ”I would give anything to be like you,” she slurred quietly, “To be norrmal again.”.
Big thank you to Sie for the beautiful table!
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