Vellamore wrote:Vellamore wrote:
Will You Keep Me x Spirit Bearp a r t s . o n e && t w o
I do not belong to a pack.
I do not have any friends.
I do not wake up to a friendly face in the morning.
But I do have a family.
Bear is so resiliant; the very next morning after he had initially awoken, I came to the back of the burrow to find him missing, only for him to return moments later with a pair of salmon hanging from his jaws. It's remarkable, the way he can hunt blind. And, cleverly, he only leaves at night, so that most other things are as blind to him as he is to them.
He took a while to adjust to his new body. Sometimes he would forget about his leg, and shift his weight the wrong way-- you don't want to be in the way when something as large as Bear topples helplessly to the ground. It's the saddest thing... but truthfully, the sight of this is just about the most hilarious event I've ever witnessed.
I decided that his eyes were what he missed the most. I told him one day, that his eyes weren't so bad. It's rather upsetting to point out that they're bloodstained... but when I really think about it, I couldn't see him with eyes of any other colour. He confided in me then, that he wished he could see my face up close. He wanted to look at me now, as Keep, not as the monster he was taught to know.
I think that was the moment when I truly fell for him.
We relocated three days later, as I normally do, to keep my location a secret. That way, the land around me wouldn't be lifeless, the way it would be if everything knew where I lived. Bear's leg was fully healed about five days after that, and he has no problem getting around. It's needless to say he doesn't have any problem finding me either; I'm the only scent of my kind in this forest.
It's winter now; Bear and I have been a two-wolf family for a full moon cycle. The snow has powdered up the ground nicely, and it's not successful for me to try and hunt against a white backdrop, so I leave that to him. He loves the feeling of importance that gives him. Sometimes it's a little tough to be with Bear, though, I'll admit it. In five years, he's the only other being I've had a conversation with. It can be difficult for me to understand how to react in certain situations, and even more often, I feel like a child in comparison to him. But he says he likes that about me; he likes my innocence, he likes my personality, he thinks I'm just right. Bear tells me all the time how perfect I am for him now, crippled like he is; he says I'm the only adult creature he's ever met whose emotions are clear in the way I speak, that such a trait doesn't stay with anyone through puphood. I guess he likes that he doesn't need his eyes to read me. And looking at him, you'd never know such a gentle heart hid behind that huge mass of brown muscle.
Soon, though, I won't have to be so embarrassed about feeling like a child.
I won't be the only one.
Kodiak
OMG IM IN LOVE 8D ♥♥♥