KITTEN FR33 TO GOOD HOME!
To Horuss, everything here was malicious and strange. The solitude was sought to heal the pain of a lost lover, but instead solidified in him an alien nature of mistrust and general malcontent. Sure, he missed people, but why should he expect good things from them? They can’t be well off, they can’t be the same. Meu is, he can be happy of that, but what misfortune is there to learn, why bother? The planet’s constant changes only hardened him further. Even the land brings treachery here. "Perchaps you should open a line of diskhorse with a trustworthy spurson. Kurloz, Meenah. I hooven’t nickered their whay a’stall… I don’t want to see what might hoof befallen them, or I didn’t, at least." They arrive to the bit of shelter trees can provide, and he begins working at a fire. "There’s other people here as well, humans. I met one, she wasn’t of the group we knew in the bubbles, but she seemed kind enhoof. This place isn’t kind to aneighone, I hope she still survives." He spoke slowly, half to his feline compony and half to himself, always facing her. "You can… hear.. me?" He stared up at her, kneeling over the would be fire. A moment, blessedly lacking in wind, passes. "How?" It doesn’t even occur to him that she might not remember their ETERNITY together. <3 er.. <>
Meulin shrugged, taking a deep breath as they finally stopped moving at such a breakneck pace. Well, it wasn’t breakneck for Horuss, considering his height advantage. For Meulin, though, it was quicker than she was used to, one of his steps equaling two or three of her own. Exhilarating though it may have been, she was glad it was over. “I don’t know, purrhaps I will. I was thinking it’d be waaay more romantic if I spurrprised Purrloz, though!” She let out a little laugh at that. Tilting her head, she gave him a funny look when he asked how she could hear him. “With my ears, obvihissly! How the hell else would I hear you??” She seemed genuinely confused at his question, as though somehow he were fucking with her, not that Horuss was exactly the type to prank her like that. Then again, as far as she knew, Horuss wasn’t exactly the type to hug her and drag her off through the snow to keep her safe, either. “Purrhiss, what’s going on here?” she asked finally, the overall confusion starting to stress her out.
He was taken aback, aghast, and it showed. His smile, intermittantly worn for her humor, fell apart, quite like all his understanding of his companion. He stared as she worked through an unsolvable puzzle, helpless. In the eternity he had built up quite a love for her; seeing her stress building is almost painful. Three fluid, tempered steps carry him to her, while the quietest shoosh comes off of his breath. Hand to shoulder, he wants to cradle her, but her confusion is so visible, so all encompassing, he is afraid to.
So much fear, to frighten her, to lose her. To be lost to her; but what is lost in a memory? All that they built together, out of /him/, out of /them/? It is the heart that moves him, it is the heart that loves. Yet, only the mind can speak, and the mind, it fears. “I do not know, I smare it,” He begins, tripping over words. Delaying questions he cannot ask, but must, he continues with more control. “You arrived in this barren wasteland, I reacted accordingly. Thair is hardly aneighthing moore to nicker.” Those pestering questions. “What do you remember, from before?” His throat kicks, hitches, denieghs, but is conquored. “...Do you not remaneber... us..?”
