Believing wrote:Vermillion looked on, his tail twisted like a dying snake on the damp earth. He felt a little out of it, too mny wolves, too many seperate conversations. His eyes were still soft, still melting, like dark chocolate buttons. Without meaning too, the he-wolf's wandering gaze fell on that ruby flower he had, still nestled against Kirsten's beautiful, mysterious fur. A smile flitted instantly over his muzzle, happy that she had kept it on.
Liam chuckled, moving back about a foot and sitting up. "Best way to get someone's attention, doing that." His eyes, pine-forest green, searched her face, noticing she looked - or had looked - a bit out of it. 'You okay?" The dark red tiger stripes across his chocolate back were glossy in the sunlight, the stripes climbing from the mane on his neck to the end of his fluffy tail.
Khazi nuzzled Simbari's cheek quickly, genuinly surpirsed at what her soft voice told him. "Well, someone should have, Simbari." How could no one else see that Simba, so fragile and delicate yet so tough, needed someone to be there for her? "Well, I'm here, now. What's the matter?"
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Simbari sighed, her breath wavering. "Well.." she began, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Somehow, the thought of Khazi always being there to help her gave her comfort. "I have a very troubled history, as quite a few others in the pack... And, when I was newer to the pack, Cray -- Whom I was closer to at the time, but seemed to have grown apart from -- was the one who was there for me. He'd come and tell me that he'd help me forget all the horrible things in my past. But... It seems that he doesn't exactly... Like me, shall I say, as much as he seemed to then, and, well, without his support and caring, I haven't had anyone who would help me like he did. And so, all those horrible things I'd forgotten while I was around Cray seemed to have come back... And now, just like I did long ago, I can't even close my eyes without those stabbing reacurring visions coming back... Its horrible when you have to relive your family's and pack's death every day of your life, remember all the pain and screaming, hear those cries and smell all that blood..." Simba said, shaking her head painfully. Her eyes closed, and a glistening silver tear ran down her lovely face.
Phoenix rolled his eyes playfully. "You should know me by now, I'm sweet like that." he whispered back, nuzzling her neck lovingly, his tail curling around her again. He smiled down to Sioux, who was tugging on a piece of meat, paws on the mouse.
Sioux growled playfully as he tried to rip the meat off. With a grunt and a ripping sound, he rolled backward, hitting his head against a small growing tree, the meat in his mouth.