-Diorae-
The feeling of being watched doesn’t get any less the further she darts into the lands. It’s like her ears pick up each and every sound from the foresty areas nearby. Perhaps even make up sounds that aren’t even there. Like the sound of something sneaking hidden in the shadows, following her steadily. She thinks she sees things too, just out of the corner of her eyes.
But then, when she turns to glance in the direction, there’s nothing. Marigold is trespassing into the territory further and further, but that’s the last thing on her mind. Longclaw. She has to find Longclaw. She would be safe with him and he would hold her, hush her, protect her.
That he had promised.
Like Marigold had promised to come back. And back she is, though, perhaps not as he had expected her to come back. It’s not Longclaw’s brand on her shoulder, but Carnage’s. He’s taken her tail too, and his last wicked game had ended with her golden coat marred with blood. Not hers, but.. No. That was a sacrifice she’d been willing to made.
”Marigold.” That name, hér name, spoken by that voice. It sends a shiver down her back, and the sharp intake of breath is now slowly released. Tears are shimmering in her eyes as both her ears flick forwards, eyes searching for the source.
And there he is. Just like she remembers. Beautiful and dashing, untouchable. Before she knows it her legs carry her towards him, tears rolling down her cheeks but at the same time a smile pulls on her bloody lips. Like she was wordlessly telling him “See, I did come back, I did what you asked of me.” And oh, Marigold wants to be near him, she wants to touch him, to get high on his presence, but he isn’t hers to touch.
Her head drops while her body keeps trembling, shivering under his gaze. She’s fighting the battle within herself. Wanting to claim her price, while also needing to take her place at his side again. Slowly Marigold starts to relax. All that had haunted her gone, leaving her alone, leaving only Longclaw behind.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.