(323) Hay gurl hay
art by crypsis
Nothing had helped to really ease the ache of rejection as much as time. Max had been snappish and cross around those he did see, and after one too many comments to his fellow halfbreed the Cajun had struck him in the head and sent him out, chased by a string of curses and a barking order that he go see his little girlfriend. Max had gone scarlet under his fur and ran off. Of course he wanted to see her, but what was he supposed to do? Run over to Salsola and call for her, or hope he ran into a friendly member of their patrol party? It was stupid, and aggravating, and he wanted nothing to do with it.
He had decided, therefore, to do nothing but pick up an extra patrol (or three) and keep himself busy. It was for this reason he made his way towards the village, four legs all moving in sync, head low and tail half-curled. There had been nothing unusual. If he had been wiser, and recognized his subconscious, he might have realized he was intentionally looking for her. Myrika was very much a stranger to him still, but Max sorely wanted to know exactly what Ezekiel had told her. Had he been mentioned? Had the former Aquila even bothered to leave him a message?
Being a stubborn, thick-headed boy, he did not realize the true intent of such a mission and was, therefore, unsure as to why he had come into the village as opposed to going around it. Pale eyes trailed to the building, where a flash of gray caught his eye. It was gone quickly and his attention turned instead to Myrika, who was standing near the fenceline. Max moved towards her, his pace quick but far from confident. Each step was noticeably marked by conflict, but he was himself yet unsure why he felt so strange coming to talk to her.
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