Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2015 16:04:48 GMT -5
Calypso:
The shewolfs quivering muscles stilled for a moment as heat was re-introduced to her body. But quickly the shivering began again, though less fierce and exceedingly less frequent. Calypso was hardly aware if the fact that her eyes were drifting closed, her line green irises glazed over. Unbidden tears slid through the barrier of her eyelids and seeped into her pale blue fur. "I want to live." She whispered. "I want to make it through this. I've wanted many things in this life, but slowly, they each seemed Jess important and essential. I figured out I didn't need those things, but...I know that I need you." She raised her head slightly and opened her watery eyes to gaze at Striken. She smiled feebly and licked his muzzle. Striken was her world. He was her first and only love. He was what completed her. He was her savior, her light in the dark. Striken was Calypso's warmth in a sea if icy coldness that threatened to shorten her jubilant life. And she knew, as long as Striken was beside her, everything would be okay.
Jekyll:
He clamped his eyes shut tighter as she began to sing. The russet pup sucked in a hoarse breath and frowned. His mothers voice was soft, and he knew she tried to comfort him, but Jekyll refused to see the light in this horrible god forsaken world of sickness and hate. Jekyll finally got fed up with himself. He felt deep in his gut that he wouldn't live long in this valley, so the happy-go-lucky fragment if him wanted to have fun while he was still with his mother. Jekyll clambered to his paws, knees wobbly. He trudged to the den entrance and glowered. His happy-go-lucky side being squashed down by his gloomy side. (Which took up most if him.) "I suppose we can go out side." He whined, his voice gravvelly.
The shewolfs quivering muscles stilled for a moment as heat was re-introduced to her body. But quickly the shivering began again, though less fierce and exceedingly less frequent. Calypso was hardly aware if the fact that her eyes were drifting closed, her line green irises glazed over. Unbidden tears slid through the barrier of her eyelids and seeped into her pale blue fur. "I want to live." She whispered. "I want to make it through this. I've wanted many things in this life, but slowly, they each seemed Jess important and essential. I figured out I didn't need those things, but...I know that I need you." She raised her head slightly and opened her watery eyes to gaze at Striken. She smiled feebly and licked his muzzle. Striken was her world. He was her first and only love. He was what completed her. He was her savior, her light in the dark. Striken was Calypso's warmth in a sea if icy coldness that threatened to shorten her jubilant life. And she knew, as long as Striken was beside her, everything would be okay.
Jekyll:
He clamped his eyes shut tighter as she began to sing. The russet pup sucked in a hoarse breath and frowned. His mothers voice was soft, and he knew she tried to comfort him, but Jekyll refused to see the light in this horrible god forsaken world of sickness and hate. Jekyll finally got fed up with himself. He felt deep in his gut that he wouldn't live long in this valley, so the happy-go-lucky fragment if him wanted to have fun while he was still with his mother. Jekyll clambered to his paws, knees wobbly. He trudged to the den entrance and glowered. His happy-go-lucky side being squashed down by his gloomy side. (Which took up most if him.) "I suppose we can go out side." He whined, his voice gravvelly.