He dashed through the frames, his trench coat resistant to the elements as well, being prepared helps for its own sake, climbing from the flames with quick leaps, picking up her shoulders, kicking through the wooden debris obstructing his path, keeping her tightly close to her shoulders as he ran into the trees, breathing in sharp gasps while letting her down gently.
She was sleeping when she smelled the smoke. She looked out the window and saw nothing but fire and smoke. She paniced. She hated fire. She walked down stairs and her first floor had caught fire. The door was starting to burn. She sprinted at it and knocked it down, singing her fur. Fuck. More fire. She had no choice. She had to run through. She sprinted through the fire and as soon as she did, dropped to the ground and rolled to put what parts of her hair and Clothes were on fire. After a bit she put them out but she layed there, watching her hive burn as her eyes welled up with tears.
Kerra reached her hive, shut the door and fell to her knees.
The one she loved loved another. Her only quadrant gone. She had been loyal. She thought he was gone… She spread his word…. And then She came back and he was in the arms of another…. She couldn’t blame him…. There was no way… But…. Why was she angry? God damn emotions…. Why were they so hard….
He gets up from the couch, his gray boots tapping along the oak brown wooden floor with vibration, his black, gloved leather hands slipping around the brass door knob, slowly opening the door fully, his attire consisting of a dark gray trench coat with various red high lights on the front and back, the red cancer en signing the back of his coat half buttoned up to his neck, a gray bandanna wrapped around as a comforter. The coat length reached down to his gray pants, his ankles revealing bandage wrapped wounds. A simple dark brown belt was worn on his pants, slightly hidden by his coat length, a gray leather satchel revealing a sickle grip with an metallic gray grip, wrapped with a red tattered sash and a bandage as well, trailing down from the grip. His extended arm revealing bandage wrapped wrists as well, his slender figure puffed up with his coat,a matted mass of wavy, medium midnight black hair trailing to his pupils his blood red laden iris’s on cold yellow retinas, a friendly smile piqued up from her appearance.
“Why hello, Kerra.”
*She was still hurt from early. But she put on her best smile*
He pulled out of the hug slowly, her arms still at her shoulders, holding firmly, before hesitantly asking her question.
..Will you be okay by yourself, Kerra?
I’m sure I will be….
I’ll still be here for you,
His tone of voice changed to a more brunt and higher tone, giving her one last stroke of the fast, trailing his hand down gently from her cheeks to her chin, biting his lip, almost enough to drop blood to not break down in tears in front of her.
I know…. You should go back to Redglare… I don’t want her to think something is up…