Mistaken Identity

Levent Kartal · 09-16-2012, 07:20 PM

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Levent came to almost the instant he hit the ground, though in hindsight the state of unconsciousness had seemed a lot longer than that, long enough for a blur of memories to pass through his mind. He woke to an angry sound from the paint mare and a warning hiss from Wilson, though hoofbeats told him that the former had simply removed herself from the immediate situation, and the latter died down when he could feel warm arms supporting him, a scent that was familiar but distant enveloping him as well. He tried to pinpoint where the cat was, but all he knew that Wils was sufficiently shocked enough to stop hissing a warning at the person who had approached.

A voice rang in his ears, and the Turkish man opened his pale blue eyes at last, peering into a pair of auburn ones that stared worriedly down into his face. Confused by this, he groped weakly at the other’s grey fur, trying to pull himself upright.

“Hotaru?” the wolf whispered timidly, wondering if saying her name aloud would cause her to snap, to shake him again or perhaps just smash his skull down into the street like he deserved. He was a puppy-killer; why did she come to his aid when he fell? It didn’t make sense, and it made less sense the longer his cream fingers lingered on the other’s arm and shoulder, feeling muscles that were different, somehow, and with agonizing slowness he reached up to touch the other’s flat chest. No, this wasn’t right, but he didn’t know what questions to voice, and he could only stare into his former mate’s face with deep confusion.

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