03-03-2012, 01:17 AM
In the fog between waking and sleep, he could see a form standing nearby. The voice that came to him was clear, a sharp tone in her vocals that made his hackles raise. His eyes narrowed as he lifted his chin defiantly, nothing soft about him at the moment. ”It’s called stress relief, Kiddo.” His voice was sharper than he’d intended, his gaze hard. In the back of his mind he knew he was just on edge from the nightmare he’d had.
He hoisted himself out of the water, shaking his fur dry, not caring if he splashed her or not. In a swift movement he’d gathered his clothing, his bone shard, and his razor knife and clutched them all to him, watching her as if she might take them away from him. The bone shard he kept clutched tightest of all, so tightly that it bit into his palm and drew a small amount of blood to further bloody the tiny shard of leg bone.
”It’s nothing for you to worry about.” He wasn’t ashamed of it, and he didn’t try to deny it or explain it. His tone of voice told her to back off, to leave it alone.
He hoisted himself out of the water, shaking his fur dry, not caring if he splashed her or not. In a swift movement he’d gathered his clothing, his bone shard, and his razor knife and clutched them all to him, watching her as if she might take them away from him. The bone shard he kept clutched tightest of all, so tightly that it bit into his palm and drew a small amount of blood to further bloody the tiny shard of leg bone.
”It’s nothing for you to worry about.” He wasn’t ashamed of it, and he didn’t try to deny it or explain it. His tone of voice told her to back off, to leave it alone.