by Nayt on Thu Jul 01, 2010 1:46 am
Seeing Eld alive, hearing his voice, feeling his touch, experiencing the warmth of his still living body . . . every sensory experience available told Akizetsumei that Eld was alive, but she could still barely believe it. Everything happened so fast. It was like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from, and all she wanted to do was hold onto Eld as if his life depended on it. But he soothed her. He held her, stroked her hair, and told her it was all right. That he was okay. So she softened in her grip, but she didn't stop crying. She tried to speak, but what words she managed were barely understandable. She kept whispering apologies into his chest. She kept whispering about how afraid she was. About how much she was happy that Eld was still alive.
The man didn't seem to pay any of that much mind.
"Pet?" The man practically backpedaled at the thought. He quickly shook his head. "No way. There's no tamin' that guy. We're more like . . . casual buddies."
He shrugged his shoulders again. It was only then that Akizets pulled back from Eld, enough to look over her shoulder and look up to the man that saved Eldridge's life. With red, puffy eyes, she investigated his form, she memorized his figure, and she leaned into Eld again. She'd mostly stopped crying, but she wasn't done holding onto him. The girl was scared to. She was afraid letting him go would make those wolves come back. She was afraid he'd die the second she released him-- and so, she kept clinging, but softer, now.
"This poacher guy got a hold on him when he was jus' a pup. Sick guy. Cut 'im all up, caged 'im, beat 'im. All sorts of mean shit," the man lifted his hand to brush the tip of his nose.
Akizets was listening. Despite her well of emotions all swirling in chaos and confounding all her senses and feelings, she was actually hearing and taking in the short story.
"That's horrible," she whispered, her voice tiny and hoarse.
"Yeah," the man nodded, "So when I came across that guy, I beat the tar outta 'im. Took the pup, nursed 'im, named 'im, an' let 'im go a few years later. An' that's Batou. Stubborn an' headstrong sonuvabitch, but we're still pals."