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Clothed in dark, a man walked through the curtain of night drawn around the island, holding an umbrella to shield himself from the light and rain. His stride was slow and casual; his direction, aimless. Perhaps it was by chance, as he moved closer, that his wandering gaze took notice of a peculiar sight, an unusual obstacle sitting in his path. Looking straight into the child’s eyes, surprised and perplexed, he stopped.
They locked eyes, bearing the same awestruck expression, the same marked disbelief. And when the man tipped his umbrella back, letting the droplets coating it run freely to the ground, showing himself in the spotlight, they shared more than a passing resemblance. His fur white as pure snow, vulpine ears and a plume between them, a bushy tail curled to his side; all groomed and well kempt for a man of appearances.
He was an arctic fox…just like him.
Neither would break the stare, admiring the striking comparison like family ties. But there was something more than that in the man’s eyes, studying the kit with discerning glances, like some thought, a realization, dwindled on the tip of his tongue. They traced the lines on the child’s arm and leg up to their ends, catching a glimpse of the marking repeated on his tail. Those winding helixes were intimately familiar to him, for they were his sign that events had been set into motion, and that his call to action had been answered.
This child, bearing his sin on his sleeve, was the one he sought.
Slowly, and unexpectedly, a faint smile stretched across his face – a knowing grin that jarred the boy from his trance.
“I’ve been waiting for you…” he announced, letting the stillness between them carry his words, little more than a whisper on the winds. Beneath its gentle exterior, his airy voice was rich and bold, strong and firm, kind and sincere – how he once imagined his own to be, had it only glowed with such compassion. When the stranger spoke, it was as if a warm breeze billowed against the child’s skin, twisting and nestling deep in his ears, drowning out the sounds of rain with calm. But as his delicate voice settled within him, as its dulcet tones embraced him in their melodies, a foreboding silence followed. It invaded his mind and hushed his thoughts, crept through his skin and up his spine like a chill breath.
As if viscerally afraid of threats unseen, every hair on his little body stood on end, and his face warped with horror. He couldn’t put into words the terror it inspired, that descended upon him, for even he knew this fear was unreasonable. Everything about this man seemed tailored to capture an impossible perfection in his eyes – embodying his desires so well, as if ripped straight from his dreams. These were his fantasies, perverted and distorted. They were shaped to hurt him, to deceive him, to drive him to the depths of despair even he wouldn’t tread.
Time here had taught him that nothing was what it seemed anymore. Now, all he could do, without the strength to flee or fight, was resume his slow, scared, quivering cries, ears folded back, tail curled, pleading up to the man for mercy.
“Awwww…” the older fox cooed, his persistent smile softened by a touch of empathy and concern for the crying boy, whose sad eyes welled up with caution to see him approach. Careful steps brought him closer, where he kneeled to his level, unfazed by the spread of rainwater soaking his pant leg, and leaned in with his umbrella to shelter them both.
“It’s okay, little guy. Don’t cry…” he consoled, with tenderness that thawed the cold air between them. His voice melted in the child’s soul, robust and genuine, absent of the unsettling intent it once concealed. Instead, it revealed a side of him the kit had yet to hear – a passionate flame underneath that radiated warmth, that caressed his heart and cradled his soul.
Within his troubled mind, those words resonated endlessly, forcefully, with prominence and power indescribable. They were more than empty assurances ignorant of his woes; they offered him refuge, spoken as if all was right with the world, and overflowed with sympathy for a little waif the adult hardly knew, sopping wet and miserable in the evening downpour.
Now, the tears that were once bursting rivers slowed to trickles indistinguishable from the rain. He wiped away the water from his eyes with quiet sniffles, leaving in their place an enraptured, vacant gaze, peering straight into the man’s beautiful blue eyes. He lost himself in their depths – soulful lights of azure glowing with the comfort he needed in his darkest hour. They understood him; they loved him unconditionally, were remorse for his sadness second nature. But more than anything…they claimed him. Beneath the surface, those sparkling mirrors glimmered, covetous with a desire all their own…and seeing his face reflected in them, he knew he was the object of their affection.
“There we go!” His grin blossomed with vibrant praise. “See? You’re safe with me. Everything’s gonna be all right…”
…Safe.
That message drifted through the child’s ears, flickered in his timid eyes, so full of hope and relief. Never had that peace of mind meant so much to him, to know that someone cared for him in this cruel world when it mattered most. For such a simple promise, uttered so sweetly, it swooned his heart enough to believe any lie, so long as that voice was the one speaking them.
Fixed on his savior’s every move, he watched him stand, soaring above his view, and lower his hand down to him, with that beaming smile shining brighter than ever on his muzzle. “What’s your name, dear?”
Characters and writing ©
Aeonis
Art ©
Terry the Kyu
Original: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14798846/
They locked eyes, bearing the same awestruck expression, the same marked disbelief. And when the man tipped his umbrella back, letting the droplets coating it run freely to the ground, showing himself in the spotlight, they shared more than a passing resemblance. His fur white as pure snow, vulpine ears and a plume between them, a bushy tail curled to his side; all groomed and well kempt for a man of appearances.
He was an arctic fox…just like him.
Neither would break the stare, admiring the striking comparison like family ties. But there was something more than that in the man’s eyes, studying the kit with discerning glances, like some thought, a realization, dwindled on the tip of his tongue. They traced the lines on the child’s arm and leg up to their ends, catching a glimpse of the marking repeated on his tail. Those winding helixes were intimately familiar to him, for they were his sign that events had been set into motion, and that his call to action had been answered.
This child, bearing his sin on his sleeve, was the one he sought.
Slowly, and unexpectedly, a faint smile stretched across his face – a knowing grin that jarred the boy from his trance.
“I’ve been waiting for you…” he announced, letting the stillness between them carry his words, little more than a whisper on the winds. Beneath its gentle exterior, his airy voice was rich and bold, strong and firm, kind and sincere – how he once imagined his own to be, had it only glowed with such compassion. When the stranger spoke, it was as if a warm breeze billowed against the child’s skin, twisting and nestling deep in his ears, drowning out the sounds of rain with calm. But as his delicate voice settled within him, as its dulcet tones embraced him in their melodies, a foreboding silence followed. It invaded his mind and hushed his thoughts, crept through his skin and up his spine like a chill breath.
As if viscerally afraid of threats unseen, every hair on his little body stood on end, and his face warped with horror. He couldn’t put into words the terror it inspired, that descended upon him, for even he knew this fear was unreasonable. Everything about this man seemed tailored to capture an impossible perfection in his eyes – embodying his desires so well, as if ripped straight from his dreams. These were his fantasies, perverted and distorted. They were shaped to hurt him, to deceive him, to drive him to the depths of despair even he wouldn’t tread.
Time here had taught him that nothing was what it seemed anymore. Now, all he could do, without the strength to flee or fight, was resume his slow, scared, quivering cries, ears folded back, tail curled, pleading up to the man for mercy.
“Awwww…” the older fox cooed, his persistent smile softened by a touch of empathy and concern for the crying boy, whose sad eyes welled up with caution to see him approach. Careful steps brought him closer, where he kneeled to his level, unfazed by the spread of rainwater soaking his pant leg, and leaned in with his umbrella to shelter them both.
“It’s okay, little guy. Don’t cry…” he consoled, with tenderness that thawed the cold air between them. His voice melted in the child’s soul, robust and genuine, absent of the unsettling intent it once concealed. Instead, it revealed a side of him the kit had yet to hear – a passionate flame underneath that radiated warmth, that caressed his heart and cradled his soul.
Within his troubled mind, those words resonated endlessly, forcefully, with prominence and power indescribable. They were more than empty assurances ignorant of his woes; they offered him refuge, spoken as if all was right with the world, and overflowed with sympathy for a little waif the adult hardly knew, sopping wet and miserable in the evening downpour.
Now, the tears that were once bursting rivers slowed to trickles indistinguishable from the rain. He wiped away the water from his eyes with quiet sniffles, leaving in their place an enraptured, vacant gaze, peering straight into the man’s beautiful blue eyes. He lost himself in their depths – soulful lights of azure glowing with the comfort he needed in his darkest hour. They understood him; they loved him unconditionally, were remorse for his sadness second nature. But more than anything…they claimed him. Beneath the surface, those sparkling mirrors glimmered, covetous with a desire all their own…and seeing his face reflected in them, he knew he was the object of their affection.
“There we go!” His grin blossomed with vibrant praise. “See? You’re safe with me. Everything’s gonna be all right…”
…Safe.
That message drifted through the child’s ears, flickered in his timid eyes, so full of hope and relief. Never had that peace of mind meant so much to him, to know that someone cared for him in this cruel world when it mattered most. For such a simple promise, uttered so sweetly, it swooned his heart enough to believe any lie, so long as that voice was the one speaking them.
Fixed on his savior’s every move, he watched him stand, soaring above his view, and lower his hand down to him, with that beaming smile shining brighter than ever on his muzzle. “What’s your name, dear?”
---Characters and writing ©
AeonisArt ©
Terry the KyuOriginal: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14798846/
Category All / Baby fur
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 930 x 1280px
File Size 210.5 kB
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