and in her footsteps, spring will come

She can't be a maiden without the Flower. -Cheza, wolves. Introspective-fic.


They do not make it obvious but there is a very tangible rift between them - or rather, "her" and "them."

They are the wolves, she is the Flower Maiden - and with that simple fact, they become more and more distant.

They travel in a pack, fierce and strong, whilst she is small, fragile, fleeting, alone.

At their first meeting, there was awe but a sense of familiarity; and so they approached with easy cordiality and filial reassurance. One thoughtfully covered her with a fur coat, the other competed with sturdy bloom-coloured boots.

It flattered and pleased her, they were so welcoming, warm.

But as the journey went on, her beauty (their purpose) began to enamour them -

paradise - paradise - paradise -

and unconsciously they were pushed apart, so there were different names and specifications between them - the wolves and the Lunar Flower Maiden -

the key to Paradise -

They would not touch her, perhaps Kiba, maybe Tsume – but it was with reverence, when they wanted to protect that vital thing –

she will take us to Paradise –

When she cried, they sat and guarded and watched and became saddened. They would not, could not put an arm around her, comfort her, stop her tears: they did not think to. To them, there was an obvious line between them: status, order, a line not to be crossed. The Moon Maiden's tears were not to be trifled with –

we will go to Paradise –

They wondered and were pained by the sadness of her cries – but she was higher than them and so they did not interfere, placing importance even on that.

They did not realize she had begun to regard them as family –

I'm not leaving her! –

For whom else would she sacrifice herself so freely and so lacking in hesitance as she walked straight into danger's path, back into the hands of those who would so cruelly use her –

I'll be waiting –

Blood staining the snow, a flower withered –

See you in Paradise –

And bloomed.


AN: something that always trailed my thoughts when I watch the series. Cheza just seems so important yet unimportant at the same time, it's really strange?