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Somehow he guessed the owl still wasn’t happy with the way things were going. Maybe in his simpler world it would have been easier for a lifelong mate and him to get things settled and let nature rule their relationship but it had gone way too far for Saluce and X’y. While he felt the hot blooded connected, the seething itch, the shortness of breath, the butterflies whenever he spied her, the more complicated nature of whatever human traits they picked up got in the way. Saluce couldn’t stand not being connected to her as much as he couldn’t stand weakness, or lying. But it still didn’t mean the wound still wasn’t there. The way she had spoken it had been like a knife jabbing right into him, and it had caused a most curious reaction in him that day.
Blues looked upon her and it seemed to never matter. The claws of the bird on his shoulder slowly started to dig in once again as if to remind him he still had more to say but nothing came to his addled mind. The pain came on slowly and his face tried hard to not show it but it came through in waves. His lip started to quiver and along with his good arm starting to shake, Saluce had never hated this bird as much as he did now, maybe in the future he’d come to remember this as something positive but he had a hard time believing it right now. What could he say, she was mated to a man who sometimes let his pride get in the way, who while he had a lot of good and caring aspects about him, had a furious temper that flared as quickly as a bomb sometimes.
He started to speak but no words came to him, his tired mind just couldn’t formulate anything, already those claws dug deeper, his nose greeted with the smell of fresh blood. It happened quickly, his maw snapping to the bird as his voice ascended into a volcano of volume.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY BIRD? THAT I FUCKED UP? CHECK…. THAT THE WOMAN I LOVE HAS BEEN FORCED TO ENDURE SOMETHING SHE SHOULD NEVER HAD TOO!” he growled, his lips curling back into a snarl as his good hand moved as suddenly as his outburst finally done dealing with him. The act seemed enough as the owl sensed it was high time he left or risk injury, it’s wings beating and leaving.
Saluce seemed to tense up, the act of jerking and moving bringing with it another spasm and silent cry from his maw. His good arm swung back behind him seeking to brace him against the cliff wall that the den was dug into. He moved slowly, almost immobilized as knees slowly bent to allow him to slide down the wall and into a sitting position. Saluce had never suffered a broken collar bone, but he know knew why they were such a painful injury, nothing saved him from remembering the break, not even speaking at times.
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