09-17-2012, 10:53 PM
He loved her. There was something about her that was just irresistible. Her fragile body, her quiet words or the tan color of her pelt that was so different than his own. Or perhaps it was the life that was growing inside her, their life combined to create something beautiful. Whenever he thought about he smiled and he just grinned until his cheeks hurt. Helios had never been so happy. The stout Australian Shepherd lived each day better than the first with her. He felt whole, the whole that his parents left was gone when she was around. Now, they would be parents and he would never let them know the pain that he had felt, they wouldn't be outcast from their home and forced to live alone.
Helios hummed gently, leaning back on a tree that had their names carved into the bark. His dark fingers traced the engraved letters, remembering the lazy summer day that they had put them their. They had come to the secluded clearing several times and relaxed in the sunlight and gazed up at the clouds. It was a place of peace and beauty that inspired Helios to compose his most beautiful carvings. When he was alone, he would hum a song in his baritone voice and whittle away at a piece of wood. Though summer had passed and the chill of fall had set in, he still thought the clearing was beautiful. If anything, autumn made it ever more so with the ethereal feeling of change in the brittle branches.
He had been so inspired that cupped in his had was a little carving. The little piece of art was intricately carved and looked very delicate, as if it was going to break in his hands, even though he was holding it tenderly. It was going to be a gift for Sira, a carving of a little canine part jackel and part dog. Helios' odd eyes looked down on it affectionately, he hoped that she would love it as much as he did.
Helios hummed gently, leaning back on a tree that had their names carved into the bark. His dark fingers traced the engraved letters, remembering the lazy summer day that they had put them their. They had come to the secluded clearing several times and relaxed in the sunlight and gazed up at the clouds. It was a place of peace and beauty that inspired Helios to compose his most beautiful carvings. When he was alone, he would hum a song in his baritone voice and whittle away at a piece of wood. Though summer had passed and the chill of fall had set in, he still thought the clearing was beautiful. If anything, autumn made it ever more so with the ethereal feeling of change in the brittle branches.
He had been so inspired that cupped in his had was a little carving. The little piece of art was intricately carved and looked very delicate, as if it was going to break in his hands, even though he was holding it tenderly. It was going to be a gift for Sira, a carving of a little canine part jackel and part dog. Helios' odd eyes looked down on it affectionately, he hoped that she would love it as much as he did.