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The secui shadow of a man was a lost waif that drifted endlessly on the cold still air of Casa. He could hardly bring himself to feel anything anymore. It was all so meaningless and so stupid. They fought and sniped and snarled over worthless crap, stupid worthless crap! How could they not see that the most precious things in life were to be held onto tightly and never let go; love.. family. But he didn't have a family now did he, not for so many months as he had wandered dejectedly following the woman he would marry like a shadowy demon. She should have sent him away, he was no good for her.
Whisper footsteps soon came to a halt as he ran out of energy. Where had the boy gone, the young boy who played his flute with such joy, the teenager dedicating himself to protect his family, the man who had devoted his entire life to standing between his pack-mates and those who would cause them harm. Where was the young boy that had found love in a field of flowers whilst hunting for pigeons. The bright orchard concealed within her eyes shined for him alone and yet he did not deserve it, any of it. He had no right to claim her as his female, nothing to offer her, no honor to ask for her hand. And yet he couldn't bring himself to leave her for her own good, he was trapped in a cage of his own feelings, unable to escape, not wanting to escape too.
She was dressed in her clothes again as she came to him, as she always was now. A monster had taken her innocence and destroyed what was hers to give away and for that she could no longer bare the feeling of being naked before other eyes, sometimes not even his own. He looked up at her from his four legged form, it had once been huge, a monster too in the making. Now it just heralded the hastening of true starvation.
She came to him on her knees and he despaired to see the sight. She looked up at him, as lost and confused as he felt on the inside. Still she let their bodies touch even with the barrier of her clothing. Her arms slipped around his thin neck and the secui man pressed his nose into her curly mane of red hair, inhaling her scent. When she drew back he found her fur wet, wet from the tears that had fallen from his eyes, he looked back at her with trembling limbs,
"Mah Jules. Never let meh go. Without yah ahm nothin'"
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