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03-08-2016, 10:43 AM
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His name, sounded sharply on a familiar voice filled with distaste, broke through his tinnitus. A ringing ear flicked backwards, followed by a the slow and unsteady swivel of his drooped head, bleary blue eyes alighting on the rustling wings of Alysanne. Mbwene, bristling at the Doctor’s tone, indignantly trumpeted at the woman, waving her small tusks and flapping her infant ears in warning. Bright blue eyes narrowed as she approached and looked at her bonded’s hot, pus-filled knee.
But she did not feel danger or irritation pulse through their bond— no. She felt overwhelming shame sweep through her elephant calf body. She squeaked in chagrin at the all-encompassing power of this emotion; she had only felt it this strongly when her calm, egg-shell world had cracked open into the light. And those newborn memories were blurry and fading— so reliving it again was like feeling it anew.
“Alysanne,” his rumble was reduced to a hoarse whisper by the fever that raged in him. Her name was all he could manage, and it faded on his lips as his gaze slowly focused on the contempt on her face. Another shiver swept his thick coat and his massive body swayed once more, but he steadied himself beneath the exasperated words and pointed stare of the lovely Moon Doctor. “Do you want to heal me?” His cracked whisper was swept to her on by the frigid breeze that dried the fever-sweat on his skin.
Dark blue eyes swept to the wing joint he had opened with his teeth. He had been healed by her once before, but her own wound had been left unattended— just as he had neglected to mend his knee. “What point were you proving when you did not heal yourself?” Dull, cobalt gaze left her wing and pinned her bright green eyes, burning with more than just fever, now.
Mbwene was silent, watching the black and white beauty closely.
But she did not feel danger or irritation pulse through their bond— no. She felt overwhelming shame sweep through her elephant calf body. She squeaked in chagrin at the all-encompassing power of this emotion; she had only felt it this strongly when her calm, egg-shell world had cracked open into the light. And those newborn memories were blurry and fading— so reliving it again was like feeling it anew.
“Alysanne,” his rumble was reduced to a hoarse whisper by the fever that raged in him. Her name was all he could manage, and it faded on his lips as his gaze slowly focused on the contempt on her face. Another shiver swept his thick coat and his massive body swayed once more, but he steadied himself beneath the exasperated words and pointed stare of the lovely Moon Doctor. “Do you want to heal me?” His cracked whisper was swept to her on by the frigid breeze that dried the fever-sweat on his skin.
Dark blue eyes swept to the wing joint he had opened with his teeth. He had been healed by her once before, but her own wound had been left unattended— just as he had neglected to mend his knee. “What point were you proving when you did not heal yourself?” Dull, cobalt gaze left her wing and pinned her bright green eyes, burning with more than just fever, now.
Mbwene was silent, watching the black and white beauty closely.
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