11-23-2019, 04:58 PM
For a moment it seems as if she may argue with him, and although he has held back until this moment, he moves with his mind to touch hers. Unsure how his gift will translate in this strange world she has created, he is cautious, and only brushes his consciousness against the surface of hers. What he finds surprises him, although it should not.
He hears his name, once, twice, then three times, and he smiles.
His physical touch is quick to follow and the dream-girl does not shy. But she is changing below it, and his eyes grow wide and curious. It was a trick he played often enough, but rarely had he seen it done. The color drains from her coat and he watches intently as her form begins to shift also. But what her pelt lacks in color it more than makes up for in texture. She is soft, she is kind, and she has looked at him longer than any before her.
Can you feel me?
If he were with the pack now he would not have been allowed to let his touch linger. But he isn't with the wild dogs of the forest, he's with... @[Catcher].
"...Catcher."
He says her name, the way she said his, trying out the taste of it. She is beautiful in the ways that shoould move him, that should make him feel love and other things. But there is no movement in his soul as there had been with his glimpse of the moon-mare in the meadow not so long ago.
Before the creature ripped him open.
And a dragon sealed him with ice.
"No," he finally says into her pelt, as his muzzle lifts from the line of her shoulder and her drags the scent of her wolf-pelt across his tongue. He knows it is not exactly what she meant, but he can't ignore the realization that is dawning on him. That he hasn't been quite right since the attack.
"But you should make feel something," he says, his voice low and muffled by fur "and I think there's something wrong with me."
He hears his name, once, twice, then three times, and he smiles.
His physical touch is quick to follow and the dream-girl does not shy. But she is changing below it, and his eyes grow wide and curious. It was a trick he played often enough, but rarely had he seen it done. The color drains from her coat and he watches intently as her form begins to shift also. But what her pelt lacks in color it more than makes up for in texture. She is soft, she is kind, and she has looked at him longer than any before her.
Can you feel me?
If he were with the pack now he would not have been allowed to let his touch linger. But he isn't with the wild dogs of the forest, he's with... @[Catcher].
"...Catcher."
He says her name, the way she said his, trying out the taste of it. She is beautiful in the ways that shoould move him, that should make him feel love and other things. But there is no movement in his soul as there had been with his glimpse of the moon-mare in the meadow not so long ago.
Before the creature ripped him open.
And a dragon sealed him with ice.
"No," he finally says into her pelt, as his muzzle lifts from the line of her shoulder and her drags the scent of her wolf-pelt across his tongue. He knows it is not exactly what she meant, but he can't ignore the realization that is dawning on him. That he hasn't been quite right since the attack.
"But you should make feel something," he says, his voice low and muffled by fur "and I think there's something wrong with me."
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