12-17-2019, 05:04 PM
Real?
Litotes’ head cocks to the right and the round edges of his ears turn in a way that might indicate confusion. His brain fights to understand the mare before him but the claws of his lion remain bloody in his brain.
Something like regret ties a sailor’s knot in his chest. Right in the center it latches on and holds his entire being to the emotion. The lion inhales a sharp and cold breathe, peering up at Lilt’s silver gaze and then over the glow of her coat. Hunger rumbles angrily in his stomach—an ugly reminder of the monster he is—but Lie is so mesmerized by how he DOES NOT want to eat her that the growl is merely background noise.
Little huffs send the grass in front of Litotes’ face back about a centimeter; when he sucks in sharply again, they rub uncomfortably against his nose. He suddenly lifts himself from the ground and shakes his head, then sneezes. It is a small noise, mostly a whoosh—and he looks even more baffled after.
Remembering that Lilt is in front of him, the lion quickly turns his eyes back to hers. He stares for a moment too long, particularly hesitant to move again. Curiosity wins him over, though, and he reaches out to brush his cool nose against hers.
The second their skin touches, Litotes rears back. Memories flood his mind, too fast and too many to make sense of them all. He goes back to cowering, but this time he rubs his head into the dirt and grass, attempting to wipe away the pulsing behind his eyes.
Litotes’ head cocks to the right and the round edges of his ears turn in a way that might indicate confusion. His brain fights to understand the mare before him but the claws of his lion remain bloody in his brain.
Something like regret ties a sailor’s knot in his chest. Right in the center it latches on and holds his entire being to the emotion. The lion inhales a sharp and cold breathe, peering up at Lilt’s silver gaze and then over the glow of her coat. Hunger rumbles angrily in his stomach—an ugly reminder of the monster he is—but Lie is so mesmerized by how he DOES NOT want to eat her that the growl is merely background noise.
Little huffs send the grass in front of Litotes’ face back about a centimeter; when he sucks in sharply again, they rub uncomfortably against his nose. He suddenly lifts himself from the ground and shakes his head, then sneezes. It is a small noise, mostly a whoosh—and he looks even more baffled after.
Remembering that Lilt is in front of him, the lion quickly turns his eyes back to hers. He stares for a moment too long, particularly hesitant to move again. Curiosity wins him over, though, and he reaches out to brush his cool nose against hers.
The second their skin touches, Litotes rears back. Memories flood his mind, too fast and too many to make sense of them all. He goes back to cowering, but this time he rubs his head into the dirt and grass, attempting to wipe away the pulsing behind his eyes.
