02-05-2017, 04:03 PM
Ruan
He couldn't deny the thrill of pleasure and excitement that flushed through him at her acceptance of his home and the offer of joining him for a tour. But suddenly he didn't feel much like showing her around on a boring tour. Sometimes he felt the traditional way of doing things was stifling and dull, even more so than himself. So his eyes lit instead with a play of mischief as she ventured forward deeper into the forest and turned to seek his gaze.
She was both soft and warm, and also powerful. Strength and grace complemented each other in every move of her muscles, and he found he craved that slip of laughter from before as they had raced and soared across the water.
He lurched forward, nipping playfully at her shoulder before bounding off at a gallop. They fell in sync with each other again, and he wished they were wolves running with the pack from the Valley. But they were dead and gone now. The movements lulled him, soothed the ache in his heart, and soon he was running simply to feel the burn in his limbs and the shortness in his breath. He glanced to her, memorizing the brightness in her eyes, the wildness.
The pulse in his veins thrummed strong but steady, this activity almost feeling more like a meditative state than exertion. Perhaps it was her at his side, the easy way he settled in her presence. That strange way she pulled his wolf to the fore and didn't think him odd for his lack in conversation. Didn't seem to judge him for it or his wildness. And so he paced at her side, as though they had done this a million times before.
He pushed them until they came to a shallow creek, slowing to splash along it, dance within it. Water cooled his sweaty hide, and he halted, dropping himself unceremoniously into the creek with a wet slop. His sides heaved and painted in mud without a care, a welcome sensation as he turned bright blue eyes to her again. Had he been wolf, his tongue would have lolled out the corner of his mouth at the lopsided grin he gave her.
He felt like he should say something, but suddenly wasn't sure what and so he said nothing. Only watched her curiously, intent on her enjoyment. Redwoods stretched to the sky around them, the canopy open and sprinkling rays of rippling light across the earth. Some glittered on the surface of the water, some lit and warmed random patches of her coat to a radiant glow. It was mesmerizing, that sense of a hidden power to her, a strength of character even when she appeared so gentle to him. Strong, but soft. Could he be both too? Or was he cursed to be chill and distant, hard and cold.
She was both soft and warm, and also powerful. Strength and grace complemented each other in every move of her muscles, and he found he craved that slip of laughter from before as they had raced and soared across the water.
He lurched forward, nipping playfully at her shoulder before bounding off at a gallop. They fell in sync with each other again, and he wished they were wolves running with the pack from the Valley. But they were dead and gone now. The movements lulled him, soothed the ache in his heart, and soon he was running simply to feel the burn in his limbs and the shortness in his breath. He glanced to her, memorizing the brightness in her eyes, the wildness.
The pulse in his veins thrummed strong but steady, this activity almost feeling more like a meditative state than exertion. Perhaps it was her at his side, the easy way he settled in her presence. That strange way she pulled his wolf to the fore and didn't think him odd for his lack in conversation. Didn't seem to judge him for it or his wildness. And so he paced at her side, as though they had done this a million times before.
He pushed them until they came to a shallow creek, slowing to splash along it, dance within it. Water cooled his sweaty hide, and he halted, dropping himself unceremoniously into the creek with a wet slop. His sides heaved and painted in mud without a care, a welcome sensation as he turned bright blue eyes to her again. Had he been wolf, his tongue would have lolled out the corner of his mouth at the lopsided grin he gave her.
He felt like he should say something, but suddenly wasn't sure what and so he said nothing. Only watched her curiously, intent on her enjoyment. Redwoods stretched to the sky around them, the canopy open and sprinkling rays of rippling light across the earth. Some glittered on the surface of the water, some lit and warmed random patches of her coat to a radiant glow. It was mesmerizing, that sense of a hidden power to her, a strength of character even when she appeared so gentle to him. Strong, but soft. Could he be both too? Or was he cursed to be chill and distant, hard and cold.
