Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

It didnt take long at all for Zara to be drifted away in deep sleep. Her breathing as soft as a feather. Dreams would sway in and out from her unconscious mind, changing so hurriedly that she wouldnt have been able to recollect them. Amarok undoubtedly liked her best in this state while her mouth was sealed. Hands ever so softly embraced her small frame, warmth and comfort suddenly overtaking her as she was pressed against Amaroks chest. The new sensation caused the feline to open her tired eyes unimportantly, only to see the wolfs muzzle above. Why does this feeling bring comfort and protection to her? The sensation didnt last much longer, her head gently placed on the pillow and her body sucked into the cushioned mattress. Zaras conscious state swam in and out until darkness wrapped her visions yet again. It was plausible that she was far too drowsy to argue about Amarok placing his hands on her. Instead, she carried on with her slumber as if nothing even happened. Striking, the daybreak rays of the sun shinned against Zaras closed eyes, causing her to shut them tighter to block the invasive light. When her attempt failed she was forced to peel open her eyelids, squinting before rubbing the sand out from them. Down below her hands the material felt quite different from what she last remembered from last night. Casting her eyes downwards she would notice that she was on the bed instead of the floor. In fear she jolted up to see where the wolf was, only to find him taking her spot. You selfless bastard. The cat whispered as her head shook in disbelieve, until a remnant image appeared in the back of her head. So thats what happened She carried on as she remembered Amarok cradling her to the comfort of the bed. Stealthily she tiptoed out of the bed, silently walking past the sleeping beast to slither out of the cabin. She had slept with her clothes on last night and thought now would be a good time to adventure off and bathe in the lake nearby. Heading over to Granite where he stationed himself beside the cabin, Zara gently stroked his main and trailed her fingers down to his long and sturdy neck. Were going to go on a little ride, okay? She steadied herself before springing upwards, resting her rear on the saddle. Taking hold of the ropes she struck her hands up to command him to go fourth. Obediently Granite followed her commands, traveling half of a mile downward from the cabin. Carefully she dismounted Granite, standing firmly on her two feet. The sight was gorgeous, the air fresh and crisp, and the water clear like a diamond. Not wanting to waste any more time she was quick to remove of her clothing, tossing it in an empty baggage while grabbing her new set of clothing . She kept her mask and cape. Sticking out her big toe she dunked it into the stream of water, ensuring it was good enough to bathe in. It was on the bitter side but nothing she couldnt stand. Both feet nestled against the rocky bottoms, already reaching up to her thighs. Her fur stood straight, goosebumps appearing over her pale flesh. Brr. With teeth chattering she muttered to herself. The water was cold but it would be no use to sit there and try to adjust to the temperature change. Inhaling a deep breath, her entire body disappeared as she dunked it into the liquid. She held herself there momentarily before jerking up, gasping for air. It was a perfect way to wake yourself up, definitely chilling you down to your core. With gentle hands she caressed her body, removing the filth that was embedded in her silken fur. Her nipples perked up from the chills, her lean body showing more once her damp fur embraced her curves. She removed herself from the water and changed once her coat dried, mounting Granite and taking off back to the cabin. Fish sat beside the fire that died down long ago, the smoky scent still lingering. Clasping a sturdy piece of wood nearby she would twist it inside of a hole she cut from another piece. Twisting and turning, a spark caused a reaction to ignite a flame. Softly she blew on it as she tossed it into the pile, the flames dancing as if it never had ceased. Silently she sat by herself, cooking six fish one-by-one in the way that Amarok enjoys. Two would be hers and the rest his. That wolf could absolutely eat, watching all of the fish he guzzled down from the previous night. After they were heated to perfection Zara ate hers silently, waiting for her partner to awaken from his rest.