Thank you :) From my heart to yours.
'Northern Wind' - by <i>City and Colour</i>
<blockquote>Perhaps it was a wind of hope at his back, pushing him forward <i>toward her</i>. Perhaps it truly was gravity, one that was borne to the ghost without her consent. <i>Maybe</i>, just <i>maybe, it was the angel's heart calling for him</i>, begging to be found, forgotten and lost in time. The eyes that had breathed life into the man so many sunsets ago would steal a glance in his direction, before Jaysyek's nimble figure would jet from sight once more. Crossing at an angle to cover the ground inbetween, moist and cold, it would seem as though she'd been swallowed by the enigmatic labyrinth. Consequently the shadow's pace would slow, spirited silver eyes darting high and low, but to no avail. It was tempting to believe that she'd simply disappeared, reclaimed by the heavens, a despairing notion.
The Thicket of Secrets had extended its protection to the pair of wanderers; the night had offered them secrecy, as though mother nature had, herself, brought them back to this place.
He was sure that she was right under his nose, but for the life of him he could not coax the moon to reveal where she'd been hidden away. A second wind couldn't have come soon enough, and without further deliberation the leaden brute raced onward. Just in the distance the Thicket would spare him further trouble, revealing a quaint clearing where the moonlight would grace the forest floor just right. An elderly conifer stood saliently in solidarity, a certain, animalistic quality to its bends and twists, the way it seemed to watch all-knowingly as the man emerged from the wood that imprisoned it. If he were not in such a deliberate hurry to lay gaze to his companion, he may have paused to carry on conversation with the tree-being; perhaps it would reveal the thicket's secrets to him, if his heart were truly noble enough to receive such knowledge.
Just when he'd entertained the idea, his eyes would be torn from the stoic sight as his body swiftly hit the ground with a gentle thump. <i>There she was</i>, he thought as a childlike laughter bellowed from his chest, eyes closing thoughtlessly. Jaysyek's touch was quick to enhance the dreamlike quality of their encounter, sending a tickling through his body as her teeth grazed through his fur. His own tail would thump against the damp earth as he rolled effortlessly to lay on his side beneath her for a moment, holding his breath as if to play dead - a feat that would come and go unaccomplished as an erruption of giggles would mar his act. Eventually, only when his heart was racing faster than he had as he'd chased the leadess, his eyes would slowly open, her face the first sight he would see.
Despite the excitement and play, the chase and the laughter, a serious face would look up the length of the white woman's muzzle and into her crystalline gaze. <i>There were so many things he'd longed to tell her, but had not been able to.</i> A part of him didn't want to disrupt her life; a part of him feared rejection; a part of him was too noble to allow her to entertain such ideas...Some part of him was too cold to allow himself such a pleasure. Gulping down past fears and worries, he would roll to his back, kicking a hindleg to position himself comfortably. Indulgently, the black and silver male would gently press his nose to the shewolf's chest, reminiscently inhaling the sweet scent that reminded him of comfort and peace. After relaxing to a point his head would come to rest against the ground as his gaze locked to hers, wondering if he would become lost in the golden, aqua fury of her eyes.
<i><b>"I tried to tell them..."</b> he whispered.</i></blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Mar 07, 2012, 11:11 PM by Kade.)