Vivtor -Part 2-
I can only stare at my new companion. Why did I help him? I was rooting for the hunters last night, but now, here I am, protecting the prey. And for what? I can only sit and stare at this wolf in front of me. Although he is obviously grown, he has the features, including the stupid way they start shaving one side of their heads when they turn 18. But he seems, different. His eyes betrayed his tough exterior, however. As I looked into those beautifully bright green eyes, I could see the innocence of a pup, not yet ready for this harsh world. He must have just had his birthday, although he had his hair pulled over to cover the shaved side, I could make out markings on his skin. As if someone had branded his skull. 'I've never known a pack to brand their young, unless,' He turns his head towards the window, the sunshine causing his eyes to shine so bright, they seem to sparkle. As he turns his head, his hair falls back just enough for me to see his head. A fresh brand, barley scabbed over, is hiddin there. I make out the word 'Hans-' before he quickly looks back, his hair falling back over his face, slightly covering his left eye. I had to stop myself from reaching out and tucking the hair back behind his face. Why hide such beauty?
"Victor"
"What?" He asks sounding puzzled.
"You asked me who I was, my name is Victor." I smile at him. He seems to be at ease when I do.
"Well, thank you Victor."
"And you?" I ask him. "Or should I just call you pup?" A hint of a smile is at the corner of this young pups lips.
"Edgar, they call me Edgar."
"Who is they?" He becomes jumps at this question. Looking around as if to see someone approaching."Forget I asked. So, Edgar is it? A nice name, I like it.
Finally, a smile on his face. Why did that please me? To see a smile on this wolves face? He chuckles and my heart seems to skip a beat. As I look closer I see he is starting to sweat. The combination of the fire and the thick fur wrapped around him must have been an oven in this morning heat.
"Why dont you uncover yourself, you look hot. The hot morning after a storm is no time to be wrapped up. Your welcome to lay out as you were before. I certainly didn't mind." 'Why did I just say that to him?' I thought as the words left my mind. 'he's a wolf, he shouldn't even be here!'He turns back towards the window, hiding his face, as he begins to blush. Simply adding more to his innocent beauty.
"I'm fine like this. It's not that bad."
"You're covered in sweat, here, take it off." Before he can stop me, I grab the fur and pull it off him. He quickly tries to hide himself from me, almost as if he was ashamed of his body. "Oh please, no need to be embarresed of what God gave you! You should be proud of that appendage."
He looks at me in disgust. "Your a sick fuck, aren't you?! What the hell did you do to me while I was out?!"
"I did nothing but patch you up!" I try to assure him. "I promise I-"
"Bull shit! What, did you have your fill while I was blacked out?" He starts to stand. "I need to get the fuck out of here." He takes just a few steps and stumbles. I catch him as he falls and lay him back on his bed.
"I don't think you're going anywhere, anytime soon my young pup."
I walked outside to get some much needed air. 'How could he accuse me of something so disgusting? Well, I guess its not his fault, that is how they raise their young, after all. Teach them to hate everything. But this one was different. What was it about him that drew me in?Is it the tough exterior or the soft interior that he feels the need to hide from the world? I look back inside to find Edgar sleeping peacfully, on top of the fur this time. All I can do is stare at this wolf. 'If I really wanted, I could take you right now. You don't have the strength to walk, let alone fight me off.' I walk back inside and stand above him. I don't know what came over me, but I suddenly want to feel his skin agaisnt mine. I knelt down and slowly placed my fingers on his arm. He moans slightly, but does not wake. I trace my fingers across the muscles. Even relaxed, I could feel the animal strength inside. I slowly make my way to his stomach. 'A day or two should be all he needs.' I can feel the soft trail of dark, soft hair, just under his navel. I fight the urge to fallow the trail to the treasure hidden below. I pull my hand away, slowly feeling the muscles of his stomach and chest. The feel of his soft skin beneath me brings a warm sensation to the pit of my stomach. I take my hand away and stand up, taking a step back. "No. Pull yourself together, Victor. He is a wolf. Don't lower your self for one of them.' I pull myslef together and go outside. I quickly get under the shade of the trees before the sun can burn me. A welcome cool comes over my skin. I take one last look back, before I head into the woods.
