Ai hesitated. He knew that he should not confess love to her, but yet he felt it in his heart.
I...I think.... I love you. THere it was out. Ai put his tails down, and awaited to be rejected. It had happened before now, and he was still no good at handeling it, his heart broke everytime. His smile faded and his thoughts trailed down dark and dreary paths.
Lader... Hmmm... Interesting no doubt, Mr. Telemachus. But well, you asked about me? Quail truely hated to talk of herself, but, she did not want to hold back from Telemachus, even though she knew that if she refused he would just gracefully change the subject, and never ask her again. It disturbed her greatly that he would do anything she asked, but at the same time her heart melted a little everytime he smiled and talked to her.
Well... My life is like a road that moves with the land. It twists and turns, takes sharp curves, untill you are so lost, you have no hope of getting where your going. I wish not to burden you with my problems, but you asked, and so I shall tell.
When I was a pup, I woke up at dawn and my mama took me out walking down a slight path in the woods. The birds chirped, and the trees shifted so we had enough shade and sunlight to be warm. My mama was always scared on those walks to the creek, and I never knew why. But when I was a grown lady and I still hadn't a mark on me, she... she.... Quail faltered, determined not to break down, and so skipped that part.
And so scratched and bruised, I left. On the way I found a boy, not much older then me, and he was a Khalmer. I still haven't a clue what his name is, but he is my self-appointed body guard, and he kept me safe when they came. They are a group of thugs that plunder everyone they can find. I was unlucky enough to be the target of a raid. IT was... horrifying, and frightening. They pestered me every night trying to get through my khalmers defenses, but they were unsuccessfull. Oh, I have been so bad to him as of late. I must return and apologize to him... WEll, I was still young, and I admit this wasn't to long ago, perhaps a year maybe two ago. So here I am, wandering the streets of a city hungry cold beaten and tired. I couldn't sleep, I was to afraid that my mama would come and kill me like she promised, I couldn't eat for fear of poisen, and my fur was in patches, giving me little warmth. Quail stopped talking, apparent of her tears streaking down her cheeks.
It was much harder then it was to say, for do not take on my problems as your own. I have a good home now, with kind all around me. And Cassie, my caretaker, nutured me back to good health. And with that her story had ended, and it was apparent that she didn't want any sympathy, even though she knew deep down that she needed it.
((Yeah, where I have it written, it is very long and it would've taken hours to read
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