Spur had found a small pond. A tree had fallen across it splashing into the center...it created almost like half a bridge.... Spur was stretched out across the tree. Right leg strait out, left leg dangling over the edge of the tree and into the water...his tail lay across his waist, part of it dangling in the water also. His eyes were closed content like. His ears drooping...he was lost in his own thoughts...of if to tell Lark how much he really cared or if he should just continue...playing it along...he knew if he didn't move some other demon probably would...her scent seemed even more appealing these days...perhaps she was getting near to heat...he didn't know...and tried not to find out...he couldn't stand 6 feet from her without going berserk these days...he so badly wanted to hold her in his arms...to claim her as his own...his mate. Yet something held him back...perhaps it was fear...fear for how she would react upon finding out that he did truly love her...fear wondering if she felt the same way he did...if she thought of him as often as he did her...if she was plagued in her dreams...his dreams were restless ones lately...he couldn't get her out of his mind...and it was beginning to affect him...she had told him he had been acting odd...and he had trounced down here to be alone...the others *meaning Inuyasha, Kagome, and Sango* were asleep as far as he knew...he had been traveling with them...accepted as a friend by them...he had walked off from camp at sunrise...not able to face Lark yet again after the talk she gave him the night before. How he had been acting odd and she wanted to know what was bothering him.... how he had simply answered "Nothing" and walked the other way...he couldn't look into her eyes...they just made him want her more...Spur snorted from the branch he was laying on trying to get the thoughts away...her...out of his head. Yet that was impossible...his demon instincts had nearly taken over him a few nights before...she had been standing alone by the river and he had walked up to her...gotten too close...way...to close...before turning and walking away...he feared if she did go into heat...he knew that he would more than likely loose control.... he would have to disappear if that time came...and not go near her...for fear of what he might do...or say...he snorted wondering why he cared so much...why didn't he just go trounce up to her and tell her...a voice seemed to nag at the back of his mind *its not the right time...wait...you will know.* he snorted trying to shove the voice away as he dumbly rolled off the branch...falling into the water with a loud *SPLASH* he swam to shore snarling as he crouched down on a rock his bangs hung in his eyes...he snorted and began trying to dry off on the warm rock....his mind effortlessly wandered back to her...Lark....