03-23-2012, 09:32 PM
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If you want to change the direction this (seems to be?) going, that's fine. I'm just kind of rolling with it/playing by ear for now!
Her words took him by surprise, and he found himself astonished in spite of himself. He had dismissed his initial trance as a trick of the moonlight on her midnight fur, on the exotic paint and otherworldly eyes, and yet she stood before him as more than a mirage of light and circumstance. She took his compliment at face value and seemed...unfazed, but not untouched. When he found her hand so near, his muscles began to tense and his heart sped up, but then she withdrew, and his combat reflex relaxed. It took another moment for him to realize that his heart did not slow down with it.
"Stop making a fool of myself, for starters," he muttered inaudibly under his breath. While not a great charmer of women even when at his best, he was accustomed to at least having mastery over himself in their presence. To be flustered now, in light of his training and the harrowing situations which had always failed to break his composure before, he must have been more badly shaken than he'd believed. Or perhaps it was simply the effect of finding softness...acceptance...in a place where he had never expected any welcome again.
"Perhaps I could," he intoned, following slowly behind her, finding the measure of his steps and regaining himself once more. He saw her as she approached the woods, her curves silhouetted by the light of the moon, and found that he was once again entranced by the ethereal allure of her form and motion. It was little wonder he had seen something more than just another wolf when he had first seen her.
"What kind of peace does the forest hold for two souls such as ours?" Swallowed by the shade under the trees, he found they afforded a sense of privacy that he had been denying himself beneath the open sky, among man's decaying monuments. Perhaps he had been depriving himself of a feeling of security he had not felt he deserved. Perhaps he did not have the power to forgive himself, or at least, would not until he had sorted out the warring voices in his head. Whatever the reason, he found the forest an infinitely better place to find the peace that the she-wolf spoke of. He also found her company infinitely preferable to the solitude he had endured before.
Beneath the shadow of the forest, he stepped closer to her and searched her eyes for an answer to his query, though he did not know what he would find there. Despite her assertion, she looked more and more like an angel of war as he walked with her in the lunar shadows. Something greater than what she claimed, something grander and more breathtaking. Perhaps it was just because everything he knew was now in question, or perhaps she truly was just that awe-inspiring, but he was drawn to her in this moment, hidden from the moon, spied only by the stars between the branches of the canopy overhead. He did not know if the same was true for her, and did not wish to press her lest this meeting end and he find himself alone once more, left to his thoughts without her melodic voice or even the cackling raven to take his mind from recent events.
If you want to change the direction this (seems to be?) going, that's fine. I'm just kind of rolling with it/playing by ear for now!
Her words took him by surprise, and he found himself astonished in spite of himself. He had dismissed his initial trance as a trick of the moonlight on her midnight fur, on the exotic paint and otherworldly eyes, and yet she stood before him as more than a mirage of light and circumstance. She took his compliment at face value and seemed...unfazed, but not untouched. When he found her hand so near, his muscles began to tense and his heart sped up, but then she withdrew, and his combat reflex relaxed. It took another moment for him to realize that his heart did not slow down with it.
"Stop making a fool of myself, for starters," he muttered inaudibly under his breath. While not a great charmer of women even when at his best, he was accustomed to at least having mastery over himself in their presence. To be flustered now, in light of his training and the harrowing situations which had always failed to break his composure before, he must have been more badly shaken than he'd believed. Or perhaps it was simply the effect of finding softness...acceptance...in a place where he had never expected any welcome again.
"Perhaps I could," he intoned, following slowly behind her, finding the measure of his steps and regaining himself once more. He saw her as she approached the woods, her curves silhouetted by the light of the moon, and found that he was once again entranced by the ethereal allure of her form and motion. It was little wonder he had seen something more than just another wolf when he had first seen her.
"What kind of peace does the forest hold for two souls such as ours?" Swallowed by the shade under the trees, he found they afforded a sense of privacy that he had been denying himself beneath the open sky, among man's decaying monuments. Perhaps he had been depriving himself of a feeling of security he had not felt he deserved. Perhaps he did not have the power to forgive himself, or at least, would not until he had sorted out the warring voices in his head. Whatever the reason, he found the forest an infinitely better place to find the peace that the she-wolf spoke of. He also found her company infinitely preferable to the solitude he had endured before.
Beneath the shadow of the forest, he stepped closer to her and searched her eyes for an answer to his query, though he did not know what he would find there. Despite her assertion, she looked more and more like an angel of war as he walked with her in the lunar shadows. Something greater than what she claimed, something grander and more breathtaking. Perhaps it was just because everything he knew was now in question, or perhaps she truly was just that awe-inspiring, but he was drawn to her in this moment, hidden from the moon, spied only by the stars between the branches of the canopy overhead. He did not know if the same was true for her, and did not wish to press her lest this meeting end and he find himself alone once more, left to his thoughts without her melodic voice or even the cackling raven to take his mind from recent events.