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find me; simeon - Teal - 12-06-2016 Teal Nose lowered halfway to the ground, she kept a brisk pace, letting various scents be her guide. Her tail whipped her flank every so often in growing irritation and anxiety. Her heartbeat was racing, and blind eyes stared wide and fearful. Everything was different. It was all so wrong now. It had been so right, but now was all so very wrong. Where have you gone? It wasn't so long ago when she had a warm body pressed against her, keeping her warm through the time of the Cold. Safe, for once. The Cold had always been so lonely before, but this time she had someone. He'd actually managed to gain her trust, her Caveman, which had always been a great challenge for any. She was foolish. In a time of doubt, fearing he'd leave, she'd chosen to be the one to walk away first. It hurt less that way. It's what she kept telling herself. She jerked back violently as the soft velvet of her muzzle was pricked for the second time. Tentative huffs in that direction told her it was the same breed of flower as the last time. And to her dismay, more investigation determined it to be the very same bush with a drop of her blood still lingering about its leaves. She growled in frustration. She was going in circles again! With an angry spin, she set off in the opposite direction. Damn her if she ran into that vicious shrub again! Warm fluid seeped from her pathetic injuries; a slow and gradual trickle. It was only the most recent pair of abrasions to join the myriad of old nicks and cuts marking her pretty face. Milky white hair curtained a great number of them, shielded the world from her opaque eyes. And beneath the colorless forelock, a rich, soft gold. Things she would never see, never understand, as she struggled to find her way by smell alone. Oomph! - She rebounded from yet another obstacle. This one was hard but thankfully not rough enough to autograph its passing with another scar. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. She'd never find him. She'd never even get out of this.. wherever she was. He was lost for good and so was she. Lost and alone. RE: find me; simeon - Simeon - 12-27-2016 as the winds blow, so will I know... as the grasses grow, so will I go… as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me… as the winds blow RE: find me; simeon - Teal - 01-02-2017 Teal And then she could smell him! Just barely. Only the tiniest bit. She waited, nostrils flared and holding her breath. Something plucked at the insides of her ear, like a buzzing wasp. It was almost like the rumble in someones chest, but disembodied. It was scary, uncomfortable, and she tried shaking it out with quick twists of her head and an anxious groan. Oh! Then there was a waft of breath on her. She lost her other thoughts, focusing on it so intently. Her muzzle whipped around just as her hips did, trying to face it. Trying to face him. It wasn't Caveman. No, not him. But he almost smelled like him. Like he might have passed him recently. The rest of him smelled warm and spicy, and she edged closer. Her head swayed hesitantly, pinpointing his location and distance from her. She was getting better at this, she thought. She stepped in and brazenly buried her nose to his throat, hungrily sucking in the smells wrapped so comfortably around him. Mmm, yes very warm. She kept constant contact with him as she swept around his neck to his jaw, up into his hair with more breaths, slid down his muscle to his shoulder. Normally she might be more frightened of strangers, but this one smelled like Caveman. And so he must be safe, right? Plus he had not attacked her. Always a good sign. She shifted herself parallel to him, facing the same direction, and pressed her body against him so he could feel her talk. Short, throaty grunts. No longer so anxious. Now determined. Take me. Where ever you've been, I want to go. Lead me. Her golden neck curled and she shoved her weight against his shoulder, trying to make him move. She followed in sync with any step he took, always keeping her skin touching his. Keeping sight of him. A last groan at him, growing frustrated with his immovable strength. Goooo. Take me! This one would need a good name. He wasn't a Caveman, for sure. No, a big hulk of a thing. So warm. Nice, though? Not sure. Maybe. |