06-29-2009, 01:47 AM
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With his own heart beat, it was as if her own melody of the heart was making rhythm in similar tune, mainly in thanks to the adrenaline that was still white hot in her veins, but cooling down nonetheless. It left something of a delicious, electrifying aftershock within her. Amid this aftershock, however, was the throbbing pain of her center chest cavity, seemingly feeling like it was to cave in at any second. The tawny boy certainly hit his mark correctly, and with a blunt end of his own head that had enough force to knock her over and leave a very distasteful bruise. The pain still lingered, almost a little hard to breathe in some instances, but noting the fine colored dots of crimson upon his own ear in which she left, their exchanges were made, and it simply was what it was. Now that the little storm they had passed, was this simply the eye of the storm in this temporary realization of things, or were matters finally beginning to sink in for the both of them?
For one thing, he was right about everything. The one voice among all those who were her guardians, who made the best life possible for her, even they weren't as candid as he had been to her. Perhaps that was what she needed all along, and from that thankfulness was beginning to take reign among her pain and frustrations (although those weren't to disappear anytime soon, but at least now they would be pushed back a little more deeper in mind, reminded upon by the boy who had been nothing but honest to her). Seeing as how her lick across his snout wasn't expected entirely, the dual eyed girl couldn't help but give another series of muffled giggles amid sniffling, even while it seemed as if he took a hesitant step back from her. Look at this, the two started out as against each other, and now, making amends? Surely this wasn't something of Catalyst de Sadira in any sense, but there was something just so peculiar about Conor that made her want to forgive (but of course never forget) this situation entirely, even while he had been the aggressor in the first place. Because the two were in the same situation? Because there was a rainbow of emotions that the two first handedly experienced for their ages? Because, in a sense, they felt like the only outcasts in the world without their mothers? Well, whatever the case was, Catalyst felt a strong connection with Conor. A connection that was unexplainable with words, but it was there in the physical, in the spiritual, in the mental.
What was to befall from the auburn boy's jaws sent Catalyst to take her own turn of being taken aback, as dual eyes blinked as the boy commented how pretty she was, followed by a soft gasp. The only nice comments she had ever received were from her mother and of her guardians, and nobody else. This comment, it sent a strange warm feeling rising within her. Her cheeks became slightly heated, in which Catalyst was sort of confused by this action, for she had never really blushed before underneath her fur about a comment. It was evident in her eyes, though, that she had been taken aback and at the same time bashfully adorned by such words.
Narrowing her eyes away shyly, there was only one word to reply to his own, and perhaps it was said in German for the fact that Catalyst was shy on admitting what she said, but her word was genuine, whether it was in another tongue or not. "Beträchtlich." Catalyst said, her eyes fluttering back to his own, a sweet smile forming on her maw, with the softest of giggles once again forming in her throat. This boy, he was surely cute, and the cuteness stemmed from his broken image. Catalyst had never recalled seeing a male with such a vulnerable persona, and was probably doomed to never see such a thing ever again. And the way he made her angry in one second, and almost flustered in another, it was an amazingly new concept to her, and that was what she liked about him.
With his own heart beat, it was as if her own melody of the heart was making rhythm in similar tune, mainly in thanks to the adrenaline that was still white hot in her veins, but cooling down nonetheless. It left something of a delicious, electrifying aftershock within her. Amid this aftershock, however, was the throbbing pain of her center chest cavity, seemingly feeling like it was to cave in at any second. The tawny boy certainly hit his mark correctly, and with a blunt end of his own head that had enough force to knock her over and leave a very distasteful bruise. The pain still lingered, almost a little hard to breathe in some instances, but noting the fine colored dots of crimson upon his own ear in which she left, their exchanges were made, and it simply was what it was. Now that the little storm they had passed, was this simply the eye of the storm in this temporary realization of things, or were matters finally beginning to sink in for the both of them?
For one thing, he was right about everything. The one voice among all those who were her guardians, who made the best life possible for her, even they weren't as candid as he had been to her. Perhaps that was what she needed all along, and from that thankfulness was beginning to take reign among her pain and frustrations (although those weren't to disappear anytime soon, but at least now they would be pushed back a little more deeper in mind, reminded upon by the boy who had been nothing but honest to her). Seeing as how her lick across his snout wasn't expected entirely, the dual eyed girl couldn't help but give another series of muffled giggles amid sniffling, even while it seemed as if he took a hesitant step back from her. Look at this, the two started out as against each other, and now, making amends? Surely this wasn't something of Catalyst de Sadira in any sense, but there was something just so peculiar about Conor that made her want to forgive (but of course never forget) this situation entirely, even while he had been the aggressor in the first place. Because the two were in the same situation? Because there was a rainbow of emotions that the two first handedly experienced for their ages? Because, in a sense, they felt like the only outcasts in the world without their mothers? Well, whatever the case was, Catalyst felt a strong connection with Conor. A connection that was unexplainable with words, but it was there in the physical, in the spiritual, in the mental.
What was to befall from the auburn boy's jaws sent Catalyst to take her own turn of being taken aback, as dual eyes blinked as the boy commented how pretty she was, followed by a soft gasp. The only nice comments she had ever received were from her mother and of her guardians, and nobody else. This comment, it sent a strange warm feeling rising within her. Her cheeks became slightly heated, in which Catalyst was sort of confused by this action, for she had never really blushed before underneath her fur about a comment. It was evident in her eyes, though, that she had been taken aback and at the same time bashfully adorned by such words.
Narrowing her eyes away shyly, there was only one word to reply to his own, and perhaps it was said in German for the fact that Catalyst was shy on admitting what she said, but her word was genuine, whether it was in another tongue or not. "Beträchtlich." Catalyst said, her eyes fluttering back to his own, a sweet smile forming on her maw, with the softest of giggles once again forming in her throat. This boy, he was surely cute, and the cuteness stemmed from his broken image. Catalyst had never recalled seeing a male with such a vulnerable persona, and was probably doomed to never see such a thing ever again. And the way he made her angry in one second, and almost flustered in another, it was an amazingly new concept to her, and that was what she liked about him.
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