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Cici and Once Upon A Time
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Feb 17, 2014 08:48AM
"After you fall. I pick you up, carry you here and you cry whole way as you sleep. Why you even sleep?"
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"I was unconscious." He sounded shocked. He was to some extent. "I don't know." His mind other thoughts in them.
She smirked and said, "You want to come hunting with me? I don't trust you alone in my house but winter coming and need extra clothes."
"Sure if I can stand up." He smiled. He tired standing up. First part good. Now came to the walking. He tried walking a few feet. He collapsed to the floor. Walking fail.
She chuckled, "I get you sticks. Just be quiet. I can't hunt if you fall like that. She went outside and came back with two y shaped sticks a little shorter than him and fit perfectly under his arm pits. She grabbed a bow and quiver of arrows all made of polished and smoothed bones.
"Ok." He nodded. "Thank you." He grabbed the sticks. He used them nicely. He would be quite.
Omg. Im so sorry. I could have SWORN I replied.
She led him out into the forest silent as a mouse. She traversed through the forest without so much as a leaf crinkling.
She led him out into the forest silent as a mouse. She traversed through the forest without so much as a leaf crinkling.
((That's fine))He tried his best. He came upon a rock. He almost fell. He mouthed sorry to her.
She glared then jnelt at the edge of a clearing, waiting for an animal.
Her glared was like the death stare. This gave him goose bumps all over.
Soon a small bobcat came into view and before you realized she'd shot an arrow the cat was dead, "Should be 'nuff."
He nodded his head. He felt bad for all the bad things he said to her.
She approached it, knelt besides it and in the same language the animal had spoken thanked the woods for the blessing. She picked it uo and carried it back over her shoulder.
He got up. He hated the eerie silence she gave him. He did nothing wrong to her but give her the facts. He did say sorry. Wasn't that good enough for her.
She just wasn't a talker. She hadn't been around many people and trusted fewer so having to speak out loud to them pained her. She didn't trust him alone with the house and that was the only reason he was here. She trudged back to her house, strangely noticing his eyes were piercing and beautifully blue like a wolf's.
"You know if I did something wrong I understand if you didn't speak to me. I said I was sorry for your information." He said with low voice. He looked up at her. "I being nice at least you be nice back." He muttered.
"Sorry. I understand. I just no like this language. So strange. Not like how I speak with forest. Hurts mouth when say too much." She adjusted the bobcat on her shoulder.
He looked up at her. "Sometimes people say more quiet then aloud." He did his best with the crushes. "To show kindness you don't have to talk."
"I do not understand your meaning of kindness." she said bluntly. She reached the cabin and opened the door for him know he couldn't with the crutches.
"Never mind." He stumbled along. Yet was are to walk still with them.
She went in and sat down immediantly skinning the beast, "Your clothes dirty. Make new with this skin."
"It's fine." He shook his head. "I'll be leaving soon anyways."
"Need to use for something. New clothes," she said firmly. It was probably as kind as she'd been in a while and probably would be until he left.
"I'm fine." He said. He laid back.
She continued skinning the animal and when she was done hung it outside to dry. She came back in and started hanging strips of meat near the fire to smoke it.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep. He was tired.
He didn't know what she was doing. He yawned. He hated having to sit down.
She washed the bones and any inedible meat she saved for other purposes. She rarely wasted anything.
He woke up. "Hello." He whispered.
He nodded his head. He stretch a bit. "Yeah." He smiled and looked down.
"Thanks." He got up slowly using the crutches. He grabbed a piece and went back.
She was spinning the inedible meat into a thick thread unrecognizable as either meat or string.
He watch her work. He was bored. He hated being bed ridden.
She finished making the thread and hung it to dry. She told him, "Stand. I need measure you for clothes." She took down the bobcat skin which didn't look like it'd be enough. Luckily she had some extra deer skin she'd been saving for winter.
"Ok." He did as she said. He wasn't going to get on her bad side. "This isn't very necessary." He said.
"Bobcat skin doesn't last. Me too many clothes. Yours dirty and ugly. Make new." She wrapped it around various parts of him seeing how it fit best her fingers occassionally grazing his skin.
"Thanks but..." He just dropped the subject. Trying to not make her mad. He shivered as she touched his skin.
She blushed a little and nodded. She sat on the bed and began folding and cut and sewing the skin at what seemed like random.
He smiled. "Thanks for being nice to be." He said.
"Like I said. Skin not keep." She shrugged it off but smiled a little at the conpliment.
She sewed little patterns on what was slowly becoming a shirt.
She finished the shirt and threw in too him, turning to the deerskin to cutit into pants.
"Thanks." He said as he caught the shirt.
"Ok." He nodded and he took his shirt off. Then he put the shirt on. "It fits." He said with a smile.
