dear hunter

Vesper · 12-05-2011, 08:05 PM

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every memory that I hold

were all just scars in the making

Word Count → 480

Vesper couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as the woman tended to her scar. It looked much better than it had when she’d received it; for weeks afterward it had been a scabbed mess, along with a high percentage of the rest of her body. It didn’t seem like fur would grow over a lot of it, however. But Vesper didn’t mind—her scars were badges to her, showing what she had survived. The only wound she was concerned with was a death wound.

She smiled and nodded as Blind described the woman that had first taken her in. “The great-grandmother, right?” she asked warmly, remembering what the girl had said about the one who had made her feel so welcome in the pack. It was strange, the thought of being adopted by a different mother; Vesper wondered if her life would have turned out any different if someone else had raised her. But by the time Winter had died, she had been far too independent-minded to allow anyone to take care of her.

Her ears lowered as Blind spoke of being lonely in her home, and the coywolf almost considered asking if she felt like Crimson Dreams was even the place for her. However, she didn’t think that Blind would abandon her adoptive mother, even if it was for a different family, so she kept her mouth shut. She couldn’t imagine anyone not instantly being charmed by the girl, though.

“You’ll find more there,” she offered quietly. “It shouldn’t be hard for you to make friends. You’re so—” She stopped there, fumbling for a word. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing; all she could do was lower her eyes and hope Blind understood that she shouldn’t be alone like that, that a wolf like her would win the hearts of any other Dreamer she chose to talk to.

Vesper sighed lightly, but in a matter of seconds the dark she-wolf had come closer to her. She was about to smile at the girl until Blind started licking her scars, almost desperately, an urgency to her movements that startled the coywolf as she lay underneath her friend. To say that the action had been unexpected would be an understatement, and to say it didn’t affect her would be an outright lie. When Blind paused, mismatched eyes looking sadly down at her, Vesper was breathing somewhat more heavily than before, frozen and not daring to do anything.

The girl retreated shortly afterward, clearly ashamed of what she’d just done. Breathless and confused, Vesper rose onto her knees and scooted closer to her. “Blind?” she asked, searching the other’s face for any clues as to what had provoked her. “Blind, what’s wrong?” Her brow pinched, and she reached out with a gentle hand to touch the girl’s cheek, hoping to turn her face so that she would look at her.

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