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« [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Thread Started on Nov 21, 2008, 4:59pm »
The girl's soft breath slipped past her lips like an unwinding tendril of mist, softly curling in the air before her, but even as the sweet melodies of the birds sounded above, the auric-green pools of her eyes did not flicker upward -- for,instead, they were steadily fixed upon the silent ripples of ocean water, tracing the glimmer of fading stars that glowed against the bleached sunlight of the creeping morning. It was the time of twilight, in which the sky is not fully illuminated with vibrant hues of sparkling amber or clear-cut sapphires, nor drowned in the seeping darkness of shadowed midnight shades and twinkling presents of starlight.
The brilliance of it all failed to dazzle her, a first (she loved this time of day, more so than morning or night) for her and slowly, almost reluctantly, she lifted her eyes - briefly - to gaze at the cloudless atmosphere above. They were like candles ablaze, the lustrous flames of color burning across the violet-streaked canvas of the sky and she finally smiled, round cheeks flushed with frost. She shivered again as she hugged herself, slender arms wrapping around her knees and resting her chin upon them, she let out a shaky breath. It was sweet, but utterly thin, like a string of pine sap stretched to its breaking point. It wasn't that she was scared so much more than she was --
The slight teenager let out a small cough, delicate palm pressed against her frosted lips in an attempt to repress it. Yes, yes; Arianna Anabel Brooks had gotten sick, but she - nor Merrick (speaking of him, where was he?!) - had no wish to try and diagnose her illness. Whether or not it was a deadly virus or simply the common cold didn't matter anyway. Sick was sick and healthy was healthy. If she couldn't get better soon --
She sighed again, leaning back on her arms and she lifted her head, the fading moon reflecting in her soft - albeit peaceful - green pools. She might as well enjoy it before it passed and plus, being so depressing didn't bode well on her mentally nor physically. She curled her fingers, still shaking, and lifted her hand to marvel at the white sand, dazzled by the effect that made it shine. The ivory substance filtered through her fingers, her skin - with it's honeyed hue - just a shade darker in comparison, and a quiet smile flickered across her face, wondering about the small particles of light that made it so mesmerizing. She loved coming her, especially during twilight. Perhaps it was due to the unusual, romantic quality of the ambient light, but she forgetting about her sickness now. Well, then, a freezing wind had to brush past, chilling the poor teen to the bone.
Having rubbed her bare arms (she had arrived upon this blasted island with nothing but a blouse and a, thankfully, long skirt) all ready, the young girl pressed her hands together as she tried to gather some friction and blew into them, her cold breath curling around the fragile bones of her hands. She could have turned into her animal form - sure, she had mastered it well enough - but she didn't want to. It scared her.
Emerald pools flickered, briefly, to glacier-blue before switching back again, the golden flames of her jade eyes smoldering. A small frown touched her lips and Anna leaned forward to rest her chin on her knees again, arms folded across. Her lids fluttered closed, hands trembling and she waited, listening to the blissful quiet of the area. Her lids drooped, the steady beat of her breath becoming slower and slower...
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #1 on Nov 22, 2008, 4:25pm »
The sky was lightening in the swelling dawn. He looked down and had trouble seeing much of himself. The sand beneath him, though, stood out as shadows against the pale eeriness. The air wasn't heating very swiftly. He reminded himself that it was winter now... The thought made a shiver run through him. As if being stranded in a very strange place wasn't enough. Now he was gonna freeze, too. Logan was far too skinny to ever feel very warm in the frozen months of winter. On top of that, he often got sick. So he'd spend his days with goosebumbs, a runny nose, and dark circles under his eyes. There was a reason he distinctly like summer best.
He moved forward in silence, not wanting to disturb the peace around him. He stepped carefully, avoiding stepping on anything that would make much noise. The beach was empty so far as he could see. For several hours he'd walked alone in the cold air. The beach curved a little ahead; trees blocked out the next stretch. Logan paused in his tracks, turning his gaze towards the awakening stars. They were brilliant pinpricks of white light against the darkening indigo sky. He let out a soft sigh, but it ended up as a yawn. He shook himself out with something similar to a shudder and gazed around him. He needed a place to curl up and sleep. But where? With the weather as it was, he wouldn't have been surprised to wake to snow [although he prayed not]. He'd have to find a place with good shelter. How was he to know that there was a nice little town for the island's inhabitants to live peacefully? He'd only been on the island a few days and the only person he'd met was Preston. The only place of shelter that came to mind was the cave, but he hated the thought of returning to the place of his mysterious awakening...
Forcing himself to keep moving so he could retain the slightest amount of body heat, he started walking again. He started to round the curve of the beach, eyes down on the ground before his feet. For several long moments he moved on, not really looking at where he was walking. His toes felt cold. He was thinking about the dull ache at his side where the giant bruise was slowly healing. He still could not recall how he'd gotten it. Logan was beginning to think it was the souvenir of some kind of violence, but he couldn't figure out why... Had he been doing something violent and had gotten hurt in the process? He doubted that. Logan simply wasn't a violent person. But, then, had someone purposely hurt him? Again, he had trouble accepting that one, too. Who would hate him so much to hurt him that badly? Logan thought he might have a few cracked ribs on top of the bruise. It would take something pretty strong or heavy to do that to him...
At last he lifted his eyes, finding he wasn't alone. Not far ahead of him was a girl sitting all alone. She sat curled up into a tight ball. Her chin rested on her knees. Her eyes were closed, and she sat very still. He could hear her breathing: quiet and slow. Was she asleep? A prick of worry tugged at him, and he walked closer to her. Without even trying, the sand muffled his steps into silence. The girl's hair hung down her back, glinting slightly in the rising light. The majority of her arms were uncovered; her shirt didn't appear to cover much. He imagined she was quite cold. He made a soft sound, not quite a sigh. Without thinking, he reached forward and touched her arm... with his nose.
His tall ears angled to the side in curiosity and worry. Without thinking, he wagged his tail gently, pulling onto his face what he hoped was a welcoming look. He had no idea how she'd react to him. Hell, he wasn't sure how anyone would react to him. Without meaning to, Logan had turned himself into a fox. His fur was a shining black with the faintest speckles of silver and light brown. His usually-blue eyes were now a dark, rich brown. For several hours, Logan had found himself walking on four legs instead of two.
He was stuck.
Since he had no idea how he'd transformed himself into a small canine, Logan had absolutely no idea how to change back. It had taken him a few hours to grow used to the movements of such a different body. It was amazing how smoothly it had all come to him. When he had run, it had felt purely natural, as if he'd been doing it his entire life. He wagged his tail upon instinct, not consciously considering it.
At last he'd found another person, only to remain trapped in that strange, new body. He tried to form the word 'hello', but all that came out was a low yip...
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #2 on Nov 28, 2008, 4:16pm »
And the world, to her, stopped to a still. Most of the time, when she dreamed that is, the images and memories that plagued her at night were often uneasy. Filled with frightening mutters and fearful whistles of the night, a part of her shivered every time she heard them. If there was anyone to be watching the golden-haired beauty when she dropped into her uneasy slumbers, they'd see her hands shaking and her lips moving, though no sound came out of them. Long ago, she'd realized that she had a past -- that she'd remembered memories in these nightmares of her that she shouldn't have, but more importantly didn't want to.
It was different this time, though.
The world was still silent as the chilled winds blew against her face, their wispy tendrils billowing all around her. Verdant-green eyes opened slowly, reflecting the confusion and strange joy - really? - that the images had imprinted upon her. Like always, however, the photographs were blurry and merged; the poor girl still couldn't remember a single think about it, other than the fact that - for that single instant - she had been actually... happy.
She sighed quietly then, slender fingers twisting in a knot of her skirt. The winds pressed against her face, making her shiver even more, but she was too engrossed in her own thoughts to notice it -- the way goosebumps rose along her arms, too busy to notice that she was probably going to get frostbite soon if Merrick didn't come back with the thick blanket he had promised her. What she was wondering about, her mind floating with ideas that she shouldn't have been thinking and wondering about small fragments of memories that she wished she had remembered but couldn't. Shaking her head softly, she looked up at the sky and held back a gasp, letting a wide smile cross her face. Sparkling diamonds twinkled behind golden-green lids and cheeks flushed, she marveled at the dusted starlight that the Twilight made. Slowly, a hand reached out, as if to grasp it...
A cold nose had reached tentatively out to her and as soon as it touched her already freezing arm, she flinched away from it. Letting out a startled gasp, her head snapped around to see who was now here with her and she blinked wildly, hand reached up to grasp press against her mouth, but hand lifted only half-way in silent shock. But then, as if it wasn't there, her eyes softened and she smiled gently at the fox, oblivious to the fact that this was human. Arianna breathed out softly, somehow elated that she wasn't alone anymore, and without a moment's hesitation, reached her hand out to touch the fox's face - which, to her, was sparkled with a beautiful sterling silver against the striking contrast of his dark coat. Slender fingers rubbed his ears, a silvery laugh escaping her.
" Aww, " she whispered. "Aren't you just the cutest thing?"
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #3 on Nov 28, 2008, 11:40pm »
Cute? He wasn't sure he agreed with that. Handsome, sure. Stunning, maybe. Hell, he could accept beautiful. But cute? He didn't think there was much of anything cute about a stealthy black fox. If a girl had called his usual, human body cute, he'd take it with a faint touch of pride. But this small, powerful fox form? It was beautiful at the very least.
His disagreement didn't get him to move away from her, though. He blinked in surprise as she first touched his face, unaccustomed to such straight-forward confrontation. He was grateful for it. Since he'd left Preston, he was having trouble recalling that he was indeed, fully conscious and alive. Her gentle touch kept him aware. And then, of course, her hands moved to his ears.
He'd never mock a dog from drooling for attention again. His leg twitched as if on it's own. It was like getting a massage when your back was really sore or taking a bite of chocolate when you hadn't had any in years. He groaned aloud and leaned towards her hands. Logan responded in the only way he could think to: leaning in and licking her nose. Even his tongue and transformed itself. Instead of squat and awkward, long and smooth.
Leaning close to her face, he paused, watching her with his now-brown eyes. It was so nice to be close to another person, even if it was awkwardly close. He gazed closely at her surprisingly green eyes. She looked tired. He wondered if she was wondering things similar to the things running through his own head. Was this all just some strange dream? Would he wake up wherever he was meant to be? Where exactly was he "meant to be"?
It was strange, not being bound to the human rules of "personal space bubbles". He felt surprisingly no hesitance to lean close to her, breathing in her individual scent. He blink softly. Then smiled, knowing the sudden easiness of it. Without thinking, he lifted one hand to touch her cheek.
"Woah," he muttered suddenly, surprised to find a hand in front of his face instead of a paw. In his surprise, he tried to leap backwards away from her, as to quickly utter apologies and try his best not to frighten her. However, instead, all he managed was to fall flat over on his back, staring up at the sky.
Pain bloomed across his bruised side. He clutched at it and groaned aloud, cursing his clumsiness.
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #4 on Dec 25, 2008, 12:38pm »
She couldn't help but giggle at the cute little fox as he snuggled closer to her, as if craving her touch. The sound was light and silvery as it transformed into a much softer, bemused string of laughter that quickly stopped, using her hand to cover her mouth in an effort to muffle the sound. The adorable little thing probably thought she was crazy. Sighing almost inaudibly, the young girl smoothed her skirt and rested her hand between the crook of his ears once more, rubbing his head gently. It wasn't for just for him; for some reason, the movement made her calm and as she rubbed her thumb over his face again, she wondered - faintly - what the fox thought of this, as if he was human. Lips curved into the start of a brilliant smile and she giggled again when the animal leaned forward, licking her nose. He was just like a dog. Grinning once more, she was about to pet him once more, when she was met with a pair of strange brown-eyes that, for some strange reason, made her shiver. The neutral colors swirled in her mind, mesmerizing her like some ethereal, as if divine, object that amazed her but she couldn't quite figure out why. A frosty, billowy breeze whistled past and her skirt flew under the wind's sharp current, making her colder. Retrieving her hand from the fox's warm fur, she began rubbing her arms - pale skin that had already grown goosebumps from the frost - and suddenly wished that she had come to the island with much more than a sundress. Maybe a sweater; yeah, a good thick, wooly sweater would've been good right about now. She was so diverged in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed him get closer until Anna could literally feel Logan's breath on her cheeks, low and warm that it would make her cheeks flush a terribly rosy-red a week later, when she thought about it. The teen couldn't look away though, finding herself lost in his blue eyes? Blinking, she realized that they were a pale flecked-blue and cheeks suddenly vibrantly red, with an increasing warmth that made her redden further, he had reached forward to place her face in his palm. Faster than lightening, however, he had rushed back and flipped over onto his back, forced to stare up at the sky. Surprised by the rapid movements and unable to help herself Anna couldn't help but let out a half-bewildered, half-bemused laugh. Slowly, she stood and eyes growing soft with concern as she noticed his prediciment, the flaxen-haired girl made her way over to the boy and hovered over him, emerald-green eyes smoldering as they gazed - more like burned - into his own. Her lips curled into a smile and as her hair flowed down her face, like a curtain of the, Anna offered a hand. "You alright there? My full name's Arianna Anabel Brooks, but I like Anna better " She laughed that warm laugh of hers again, like a string of silver bells, as she pulled him to his feet.
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #5 on Feb 1, 2009, 10:31pm »
He had actually expected her to be at least vaguely surprised. But, no. Instead, he merely made a further fool of himself. But, then again, how exactly could he suddenly turn from fox to human without acting something like a fool. Surely that didn't happen everyday... However, as odd as things had been, Logan wouldn't have been surprised.
He looked up at her, frozen suddenly by the sound of her crystalline laugh. It was a beautiful sound, one he knew at once he didn't often hear. It reminded him of a clear, ringing bell. He couldn't help but smile up at her, just for her laugh. That laugh and those green eyes... She was what he imagined an angel would be like. Full of color and beautiful sounds.
Staring up at her, the corner of his eye caught something he, of course, couldn't miss. Laying down on the ground, staring up, he got a pretty good shot of about half-way up her leg. Her skin seemed flawless...
He forced himself to quickly look away, blushing furiously [which didn't look too furious with his incredibly pale skin]. He jumped to his feet, wincing. Only once he was up did he notice her hand reached out to help him. Again he blushed for not noticing.
"I..." He felt suddenly awkward, in a desperate need to explain himself. "I didn't mean to surprise you... I just... I got stuck, is all. And I--" He cut himself off, suddenly realizing how awkwardly and quick he was speaking.
Logan put a smile on his face, feeling a sudden confidence that surprised even himself. "'Name's Logan," he offered, holding out his hand.
Even her name was pretty. Arianna.
"Why wouldn't you want to go by Arianna? Very pretty." He blinked in surprise. Had he just said that aloud? He glanced down at is feet and quickly changed the subject. "How often you meet people who can turn themselves into animals?"
Truthfully, it hadn't crossed Logan's mind that maybe other people could do the same thing. He just assumed he had become something strange, something twisted. And he certainly didn't think that the angel before him could do the same exact thing.
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #6 on Feb 1, 2009, 11:03pm »
She tilted her head, confused as to why he was blushing, but then again, she was currently as red as a tomato. Anna laughed softly, a confused sort of laugh, and humming softly, she listened to his fumbling words, trying to hide the smile that made its way to her lips. The sun had risen just above the horizon now, its brilliant lights a soft hindrance upon her pale shoulder blades and as another frosty wind whistled past, her skirt flaring around her - which she tried, desperately to push down - Anna suddenly felt self-conscious, biting her lip. The sun was warm on her back and even as the sky turned gold, showered with sparkles of light, she couldn't turn away from the charming, incredibly cute boy below her. Suddenly hesitant, the flaxen girl grasped his hand in her own (cheeks growing red at the warmth that tingled at her fingertips when their hands intertwined) and with a grunt of effort, pulled him forward; he had jumped away before she could do anything Startled, Anna lost her foot and soon enough, had lost her balance. She was falling. The teenage girl let out a quiet shriek of surprise, attempting to grab his shoulders, but she just gained more momentum. Legs tangled with each others, cheeks flushed a flagrant red, there could have not been a more embarrassing moment. Bracing herself, Anna placed her hands on the opposite sides of his head so she was just a inch away from him, her soft breath on his pale skin. She stared at him, green meeting flecked-blue, before she caught herself and rolled away, trying to hide the furious blush that adorned her pale cheeks. Carefully, she stood and took a few steps away from him, unable to meet his eyes directly. Hearing his voice - warm and soft, as she had expected - she turned to Logan, surprised for a moment, before her lips curled into the beginning of a smile. "I dunno,"she murmured shyly, tugging at her skirt. "I think Arianna's a bit too regal for me, but thank you." She paused and then found the courage to look up at him, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Logan's not too bad either, you know?" She winked, lips stretching into a laughing smile. She rocked back on her heels and staring up at the sky, a strange, almost foreign, look entering her eyes, she was quiet for a moment as she mused her answer. Should she tell him? "I turned into a tiger," she whispered. "A huge white ferocious tiger; it was terrifying, scared me out of my skin." She blinked, eyes tearing for a reason she didn't understand. She choked out, "I thought I thought I was having a nightmare." Then she laughed again, a soft chime, but this time it almost hurt to hear it. The problem was, she didn't understand why.
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #7 on Feb 1, 2009, 11:40pm »
If he was red before, now he was crimson. He'd tried to get up, not noticing her hand reaching out to help him. Well, she grabbed his hand, right as he turned, and, of course, it was all downhill from there. Gravity took over. She fell first, but pulled him down with her. He seemed to blink and then he suddenly had his back to the ground, her amazing eyes right before him.
He wouldn't have been able to move if she didn't first. Not a thought crossed his mind in that heartbeat. Even after she'd begun to stand, he lay there, still and shocked. A thought surfaced in his mind, but he quickly shoved it away, his blush seeming constant. To keep himself from returning to it, he quickly got back up.
Her hand was soft in his. Like a cloud or a baby's soft, new skin. Her fingers were long, he noticed, similar to his own, but naturally. His were really only so thin because he was so damn skinny. If he had a normal body weight for his height, his fingers wouldn't be so thin, he thought. The thought of it made him feel incredibly self-conscious in front of her. He probably looked terrible, so scrawny...
His eyes shot up from the ground as she said his name. It did sound a little regal... but only coming from her. From his own mouth or anyone else, the name "Logan" sounded just what it was-- a simple, mundane name for a simple, mundane kid. He had no way of actually knowing that he was not some great heir or emperor's son, but, well, Logan simply felt that he was nothing out of the ordinary. Below the ordinary, perhaps, but never out of it. She winked and smiled at him, putting any thought to silence.
Her voice became soft and quiet. She looked a little pale. A strange sense of concern threatened to overwhelm him.
A tiger. Of course she could change herself into something great, beautiful, and regal. It was difficult to imagine her looking any more amazing than she already did, but a tiger just about did it. A white tiger, even. The type one didn't see so often. The gorgeous and graceful creature that caught all eyes with its perfectly-shaped stripes and easy movements.
He blinked, noticing suddenly that there were tears in her perfect eyes. Was it really that bad to turn into a tiger? Surely it was much better than a measly, scrawny fox, right? But he recalled how suddenly he'd found himself on four paws instead of two feet. He remembered how shocking it had been at first. But he had trouble finding the experience frightening. Indeed, being a fox had felt, well, natural. As if it had happened before. [Although he had the distinct feeling it hadn't.]
All at once, he wanted to reach out and hug her. Anything to keep her happy... Her laugh hit his ears all at once. It wasn't the sweet, rolling sound that she had previously created. This time it was fake-sounding, hollow and empty. It made him ache in a strange and unpleasant way. It was like watching someone purposely hurt himself... [For some reason, that thought sent shivers down his spine. He felt goosebumps rise on his arms.]
But he was certainly too awkward around her to hug her. No, he felt his cheeks burn at the mere thought. But he couldn't leave her standing there all sad...
A thought suddenly came to him. "Don't be sad," he managed to say quickly. He didn't have the time to say anything more.
Because a second later, he was at her feet, staring up at her eyes with sharp brown eyes. He sat down and tilted his ears to the side, trying to look as cute as he possibly could...
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #8 on Feb 11, 2009, 1:17am »
There was something about him, just something she couldn't pinpoint. Something about him that might have just made her blush prettily, cheeks noticeably red because of some of foreign emotion that both chilled and warmed, but nonetheless filled, her whenever their gazes locked -- stormy blue and electrifying green. It was that something that caused a part of her to tremble, that smile - a smile that was more cheerful and radiant than she had ever experienced before - even with her brother - to flicker across her softer features and make her insides tingle pleasantly. As she continued to gaze at him in that soft, almost tantalizing way of hers, Anna stepped forward subconsciously, trembling hand reached out. Her bottom lip quivered, tears washing her porcelain skin. She was still crying. Why and why could she stop? The flaxen girl didn't even understand what had made her start in the first place. Surely enough the expereience as a tiger had been terrifying, but her brother had been there too, turning into a big cat alongside her. She hadn't cried then so why was she crying now and what made it so different that it wasn't Merrick standing near her, but Logan? A soft, almost strangled cry nearly escaped her lips before she clamped a small hand over them again, for some reason horrified that he'd run away after hearing her confession, as if any small sound would make him run. (Why she thought that she wasn't sure, since she hadn't made any person run from her - aside from her brother, but that was in a purely playful manner.) Golden hair billowing in the chilly breeze that fluttered past, making her shiver slightly and suddenly reminded of the frosty atmosphere, she hugged her bare shoulders, forcing a wavering smile. When she looked at him, though, all she saw were brown eyes staring back at her and that undeniably cute fox in place of lovely Logan. She blinked for a moment, before letting out a string of soft laughter - these sounds more silvery and light, though slightly bewildered and bemused - before she dropped to her knees, the tears now ceasing, and brought the small creature to her chest, hugging him in thanks. "You're sweet," she whispered into his dark fur, hiding a smile. "Thanks Logan. You're the best."
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #9 on Mar 1, 2009, 10:08pm »
He shouldn't have complained. The cold dawn air was so much easier to bare with an inch of thick, dark fluff insulating him from the chill. Back down on four paws, he was back out of the wind and noticed how he had missed the warmth of his ebony coat. Once more, he reveled in how natural this form felt, how simply right. He had no idea where this form had come from, or why he suddenly had it, but he already feared the thought of losing it or, worse yet, fearing it.
There was a part of him, deep in his mind, that favored this smaller, more compact form over his lanky human form. As a fox, everything seemed to make sense. He could live simply, perhaps even catching his own food. People would like him because he was cute and small. As a human, things were so much harder. Humans automatically disliked other humans without a second thought. Cute, fuzzy animals were liked off the bat. In fox form, he didn't have to worry about finding friends or a place big enough to sleep in. He had to worry about finding food he could actually digest and fret about fitting in with anyone around him. As a fox, he could just make his own place. He could succumb to instinct and forsake society. But never as a human. On two feet, his conscious was constantly fighting against right and wrong. He was always concerned with people around him. Foxes only cared about themselves and their next meal.
But he raised his eyes and knew at once being human couldn't be all bad. After all, the angel before him was human. And he doubted he'd ever seen an animal who glowed like she did. Beauty radiated off of her in waves, making the dreary dawn around her look a little less grim. He wondered vaguely if her fairness made his scrawny two-legged body look any better than it usually did. He had trouble imagining himself handsome, but he figured her radiance could make anything look better.
He felt torn. He wanted to catch her eye. She seemed to like the small softness of his dark-furred vulpine body. He had turned himself back, scarcely trying, just to cheer her up. And it had apparently worked. It made his newly-acquired facade all the more valuable. But, at the same time, he wanted her eye to be caught on his human body, too. Who knew, perhaps it was his teenage hormones speaking, but he wanted her to glance his way even when he wasn't disguised as something cute and fuzzy.
She seemed cheered at once by the appearance of his long snout and brown hued eyes. In fact, she was so alighted, that a rolling, bell-like laugh echoed from her again. This tolling was as sweet as the first, lacking the bitterness of the second. To his large, pointed ears, it sounded more lovely than any bird call and more graceful than any instrument. It made his heart lift so high that he barely succeeded in keeping a rough bark from escaping his throat. He may look like an animal, but he refused to act like one. Logan instead allowed his lips to pull back in a toothy grin. It seemed something closer to a snarl, but the little fox had no way of noticing that.
In another show of her eased heart, Anna fell to her knees before him. He blinked suddenly, his tall ears falling sideways in confusion. Her arms came around him, and he felt his front paws pulled off the ground into her embrace.
As if on an instinct, he froze. He was stiff and rigid, unused to such full contact. The bruise on his side complained feebly, but he ignored it. There was something in her arms, though. Something warm and relaxing. Logan felt his muscles slowly release and the tension slip from his body. He closed his eyes and leaned into her hug.
Something stirred in the back of his mind. Without trying, it surfaced ever so slightly. He recalled being held in the arms of another woman. She was taller than Anna and carried a head of dark hair. But her hugs were very similar: open, welcoming, and warm. The memory of the woman was fused to a feeling of sadness and loneliness. When his mind began to recognize it, though, the entire memory slipped from his grasp. It had lasted less than a heartbeat and was much closer to a sensation than a true memory. It was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving Logan alone to contemplate the comfort of Anna's grip.
His mind felt the slightest bit fuzzy. Hugging her seemed to awaken his exhaustion and he felt tempted to fall asleep where he was. But the back of his mind told him that while she might enjoy watching a tiny black fox sleep, she wouldn't appreciate being stuck with him until he woke again. And Logan felt like he could sleep for a good day and a half.
Deciding to find himself a little hollow to curl up in, he concluded their hug by wrapping his arms briefly around her and leaning back onto his crouched feet. He was surprisingly unsurprised to find himself back on two feet once again.
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Re: « [breathe] in, [breathe] out » « Reply #10 on Mar 9, 2009, 10:50pm »
It was like warmth around her, sunshine that refused to fade, when he hugged her back. The smile that pressed shyly against her lips were bright and laughing, bubbles of laughter repressed as she pressed her face closer to his. She didn't know how to explain this feeling of hers, whether or not it could be explained in words alone. The golden-haired teen was happy, euphoric even, but there was no real reason to explain this strange feeling that burned her insides in a strangely pleasant way, sizzling across her skin and warming her soul beyond belief. It was as if the sickness that had plagued her just moments before were gone in this single instant when his skin touched hers, even if she had not yet seen him in his human form. Well she had, but not properly. At this thought, Anna pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows, hating the loss of warmth that it caused when she pulled away. She looked at him, her eyes gentle and soft, and wondered why he seemed so terribly uncomfortable when she was feeling so light and simply electrified. Reaching forward, the girl brushed her fingers against his dark coat, enjoying the warmth and sparks that it seemed to form, and then laughed softly again, pressing a hand softly - almost modestly - against her mouth, as she watched his eyes droop, as if he wanted to sleep. Jade eyes sparkling, she gazed fondly down at his figure and pressed her fingers further, as if stroking his charming face. He was handsome even in animal form, unlike her. But all of a sudden, when he pulled away from her hold (which surprised more than hurt her), he turned back into a human and she had to blink in surprise to comprehend the fact, her pale face already flushed a deep rosy hue -- although from what she didn't know. Eyes twinkling, another smile began to light her face and the golden-haired maiden, pushed herself gingerly to her feet and edged closer to him. She crouched down, bending her knees until her brilliant emerald-green eyes were align with his, and then looked him straight in the eye, as if her smoldering gaze was reading his every thought. Then she laughed again, softer this time, and leaning on her palm - which rested on her thigh - Anna gazed thoughtfully at him, a sort of fondness in her gaze that seemed inescapable. "hey, why don't you like your human form?" she mumbled, reaching forward to entwine her hands in his. Her fingers danced across his palm, her cheeks already burning, and even Anna wasn't sure why she was feeling so particularly brazen and bold. The movements seemed to just come to her without thought. She looked at him for a long moment, smiling shyly, and then murmured, "Your girlfriend must think you're cute too." Because, after all, when she had said he was cute, she wasn't talking as much about his animal form as she was about his human form. And as her face burned at the thought, her heart also ached at her words; she didn't know why.
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