11-03-2009, 02:23 PM
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Larkspur had never known about the rules of courtship and love. He knew what love was; he loved Misery dearly, more then anything he had ever known. He loved the wisdom she gave him, and the way she protected him. He loved the sun and the moon. There was no place for courtship in his upbringing—one that had consisted entirely of abuse. Though his scars were not as apparent as her own he felt them each day. “I don’t think it’s so common. I’ve never seen it,” he explained.
Only when she mentioned his own fur did something change. A darkness crept into his eyes, and his face turned cruel. “Black fur is sin. I am changing it.” Or, at least, Misery was changing it. In order to change who he was he was working—working on both his inside and outside.
Larkspur had never known about the rules of courtship and love. He knew what love was; he loved Misery dearly, more then anything he had ever known. He loved the wisdom she gave him, and the way she protected him. He loved the sun and the moon. There was no place for courtship in his upbringing—one that had consisted entirely of abuse. Though his scars were not as apparent as her own he felt them each day. “I don’t think it’s so common. I’ve never seen it,” he explained.
Only when she mentioned his own fur did something change. A darkness crept into his eyes, and his face turned cruel. “Black fur is sin. I am changing it.” Or, at least, Misery was changing it. In order to change who he was he was working—working on both his inside and outside.
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