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I don't know if the fic I chopped this out of will ever make it to a monitor near you, but I liked it so much I decided to post it anyhow.
Wild, Kaos, 'bout 200 words. This was sparked by Starlight's comment about the game Follow The Leader, which title has interesting connotations for a former beta wolf and a born-and-raised soldier.
Btw, Ash-san... the crackfic proceeds apace. Unfortunately I have extreme difficulties writing Fariel.
That’s a human thing; the kind of thing that makes Kaos go blank and meet Wild’s eyes in a sort of sympathetic not-contact. Kaos doesn’t do contact, mentally or physicially or emotionally. Wild can understand.
Wild and Kaos get along, in the kind of easy, silent way of good coworkers or very old friends. Wild knows that Kaos had just as hard a time adjusting as she did. Sometimes, she’s sure, Kaos stares at her mirror in a silent battle, just as Wild does, willing her scars away the way Wild wills her eyes to change.
Wild imagines that Kaos wins. She can’t imagine Kaos losing; it would upset the natural order of things. But Kaos’s appearance does not change, and Kaos must have lost once, to have gotten those scars and that stare. Wild heard Kaos’s stare described as lupine, by Tempest, once, but that’s completely wrong. Kaos’s eyes are painful. No wolf has eyes like that. Wolves don’t carry pain like that. Kaos’s eyes are pure human.
Wild, Kaos, 'bout 200 words. This was sparked by Starlight's comment about the game Follow The Leader, which title has interesting connotations for a former beta wolf and a born-and-raised soldier.
Btw, Ash-san... the crackfic proceeds apace. Unfortunately I have extreme difficulties writing Fariel.
That’s a human thing; the kind of thing that makes Kaos go blank and meet Wild’s eyes in a sort of sympathetic not-contact. Kaos doesn’t do contact, mentally or physicially or emotionally. Wild can understand.
Wild and Kaos get along, in the kind of easy, silent way of good coworkers or very old friends. Wild knows that Kaos had just as hard a time adjusting as she did. Sometimes, she’s sure, Kaos stares at her mirror in a silent battle, just as Wild does, willing her scars away the way Wild wills her eyes to change.
Wild imagines that Kaos wins. She can’t imagine Kaos losing; it would upset the natural order of things. But Kaos’s appearance does not change, and Kaos must have lost once, to have gotten those scars and that stare. Wild heard Kaos’s stare described as lupine, by Tempest, once, but that’s completely wrong. Kaos’s eyes are painful. No wolf has eyes like that. Wolves don’t carry pain like that. Kaos’s eyes are pure human.
