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The saga continues!
Heartkindle-Responses will come as soon as this scene is finally done!

Emotions were burning and bubbling inside of her, a lot of emotions just smashed together and nothing made sense.

One step after the other, staring at the road.

The adrenaline still pumped in her veins, her muscles still ready to take on every enemy.

Another step, another strong breath.

The image of his face full of rage only to turn into as much confusion as she felt herself. His resistance melting away under her grip.

Right claw, left paw, some more ground moving by.

The quill fled, thankfully. Obviously he had been well enough to be able to walk, so it was not the worst outcome possible. Still, there was no way to say just how much damage this raging beast of quadruped shark caused.

She sat down with a thump. Her breath continued to come and go with strength, her blood pulsed in hear ears and the tears in her eyes were burning.

A deep breath in, a pause, slowly letting the air go again.

Did this all really just happen? She has fought spites before, no big deal, but she never truly fought a friend. She found herself staring at the ground, her only movement being caused by her breathing even when she noticed his blue form slowly approaching.

He barely made a sound, but even if he did, he wouldn‘t be able to predominate the wordless noise inside of her head. It was funny. She countered his attack and pinned him down, pretty much defeated him in terms of fighting, but still her anger was replaced by some kind of deep helplessness. Didn’t she yearned to be home and get some silence right before of the attack happened? Well, now she wished for this peaceful silence even more. No troubles, no attack, only quiet and peace…

Tenga was close now, stopping just half a body length from her. She looked away. She couldn’t look at him, not now. She went back to concentrate on her breathing, to calm her body and hopefully clear her mind.

Why…?

But she knew, she couldn’t go away to her beloved solitude now. She couldn’t run away again. And so she didn’t evade him when he lowered his head to her shoulder until there was an almost comforting pressure. It was like a lot of tension was bleeding away simply because of this touch. She could feel him there. Him, her friend, the soul that seemed to be so in tune with her own with no more trace of that destructive rage.

“You don’t know, do you?”, after the silence, his quiet voice seemed to be unnatural loud, like it was the only sound existing outside of her head. She glanced over to him. No, she didn’t know. She didn’t even know what there was to know. But his head became a bit heavier on her shoulder and he started to talk.

He talked and talked, telling her everything he deemed important. At first a bit slow and with some pauses as he tried to figure out the words, then his sentences smoothed out and his words came faster. And while what he was saying was informative, it was more the way how he spoke, his tone and the emotions behind it, what really mattered. More and more her head turned to face him, to watch him and to read his face, while his eyes were fixed on the ground. She had known from the beginning that there was a darkness in his soul that haunted him, that there was something unspoken. Over that they had bonded as the same darkness was within her. And that was why she could understand. Why she could feel what he was feeling. He was hurting and the pain got so bad that he had lashed out like a wounded animal. He didn’t even have to tell her, she knew exactly how that felt. She had felt like that before.

His nose slid a bit lower as his body hunched down from the painful words that had probably never been spoken out loud before. And while his actions were still horribly wrong in her eyes, that could wait. It had to wait. No matter what she thought about what happened, he was here and he needed her. This night had already caused a rift between them, hurting them both deeply. He was already reaching out, trying to regain the state of understanding they had before, and she would condemn herself if she let go of their bond. Another single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye as she bent her neck and gently pressed her nose line against his forehead.

He was there, telling her. And she was there, listening.

Kena belongs to me
Tenga belongs to CherryTrabbit

Max Wyns

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< Previous | Next >

The saga continues!
Heartkindle-Responses will come as soon as this scene is finally done!

Emotions were burning and bubbling inside of her, a lot of emotions just smashed together and nothing made sense.

One step after the other, staring at the road.

The adrenaline still pumped in her veins, her muscles still ready to take on every enemy.

Another step, another strong breath.

The image of his face full of rage only to turn into as much confusion as she felt herself. His resistance melting away under her grip.

Right claw, left paw, some more ground moving by.

The quill fled, thankfully. Obviously he had been well enough to be able to walk, so it was not the worst outcome possible. Still, there was no way to say just how much damage this raging beast of quadruped shark caused.

She sat down with a thump. Her breath continued to come and go with strength, her blood pulsed in hear ears and the tears in her eyes were burning.

A deep breath in, a pause, slowly letting the air go again.

Did this all really just happen? She has fought spites before, no big deal, but she never truly fought a friend. She found herself staring at the ground, her only movement being caused by her breathing even when she noticed his blue form slowly approaching.

He barely made a sound, but even if he did, he wouldn‘t be able to predominate the wordless noise inside of her head. It was funny. She countered his attack and pinned him down, pretty much defeated him in terms of fighting, but still her anger was replaced by some kind of deep helplessness. Didn’t she yearned to be home and get some silence right before of the attack happened? Well, now she wished for this peaceful silence even more. No troubles, no attack, only quiet and peace…

Tenga was close now, stopping just half a body length from her. She looked away. She couldn’t look at him, not now. She went back to concentrate on her breathing, to calm her body and hopefully clear her mind.

Why…?

But she knew, she couldn’t go away to her beloved solitude now. She couldn’t run away again. And so she didn’t evade him when he lowered his head to her shoulder until there was an almost comforting pressure. It was like a lot of tension was bleeding away simply because of this touch. She could feel him there. Him, her friend, the soul that seemed to be so in tune with her own with no more trace of that destructive rage.

“You don’t know, do you?”, after the silence, his quiet voice seemed to be unnatural loud, like it was the only sound existing outside of her head. She glanced over to him. No, she didn’t know. She didn’t even know what there was to know. But his head became a bit heavier on her shoulder and he started to talk.

He talked and talked, telling her everything he deemed important. At first a bit slow and with some pauses as he tried to figure out the words, then his sentences smoothed out and his words came faster. And while what he was saying was informative, it was more the way how he spoke, his tone and the emotions behind it, what really mattered. More and more her head turned to face him, to watch him and to read his face, while his eyes were fixed on the ground. She had known from the beginning that there was a darkness in his soul that haunted him, that there was something unspoken. Over that they had bonded as the same darkness was within her. And that was why she could understand. Why she could feel what he was feeling. He was hurting and the pain got so bad that he had lashed out like a wounded animal. He didn’t even have to tell her, she knew exactly how that felt. She had felt like that before.

His nose slid a bit lower as his body hunched down from the painful words that had probably never been spoken out loud before. And while his actions were still horribly wrong in her eyes, that could wait. It had to wait. No matter what she thought about what happened, he was here and he needed her. This night had already caused a rift between them, hurting them both deeply. He was already reaching out, trying to regain the state of understanding they had before, and she would condemn herself if she let go of their bond. Another single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye as she bent her neck and gently pressed her nose line against his forehead.

He was there, telling her. And she was there, listening.

Kena belongs to me
Tenga belongs to CherryTrabbit

Max Wyns