[m] the lovely scarecrow

Caillen Winters · 06-08-2011, 12:38 AM

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Her mood changed like the mountain winds - Restlessly, as though there was intent behind something that seemed so fickle. He loved her for her wildness, for the sharp poison of her tongue and the warmth that could be found within her bleeding eyes. Such warmth; It would burn him, he knew, burn away his flesh until all she could hold was his beating heart.

The woman's croons soothed his obvious unease - Much like the stag creature which his blood worshipped, Talitha's gentle tones could calm the beast. He shifted his weight impatiently, filled with an energy now that she had come to him - Not knowing when she might leave, and how long he would have to rot in loneliness and creeping insanity until she came back into his arms again.

She twisted away from his grasp, and Caillen mourned her touch instantly. Allowing himself to be led, the giant followed her obediently, like a bull led by his nose-ring. Her words taunted his waiting ears, but he heard them only as truths. She was the center of his universe now - The last remaining attachment to the civil creature he had once been.

The gentle solitude of his den surrounded them with its cold stone walls. A pile of furs, messily made and mostly ripped, lay scattered across the floor - Having never learned to skin a creature properly, he had fast grown sick of his failed attempts. The antler dagger was not suitable for such work, and his large hands and wicked claws were always too clumsy to do so efficiently.

Again, he reached for her, but in silence and darkness this time. His body sought what words could not provide - Total assurance of her being, their existing together. He had waited so long for her.

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