"Mother said I'm cursed, I'm a freak. But what if she's wrong? What if there's something beautiful in the flames I wield?"
Part Two of Cyrus and Coriander. Read Part One in Coriander's bio.
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The sun was just barely peeking over the horizon. Dew soaked Cyrus's paws, and he stopped pacing to shake a paw irritably.
He stood beside the path out of their camp, grass worn down to packed dirt by the many paws passing over it. He shivered in the chilly morning air, and almost cursed himself for being there.
Why was he even waiting for her anyway? What was he hoping to accomplish? Did he want her to stay?
Cyrus found himself unable to answer any of his questions. The only thing he was sure about was that something drew him to the snarky female. He was curious about her. Why was she so defensive? What happened to her pack? There was so much he could learn and he just wanted to know it all.
Soft pawsteps drew him out of his thoughts and he stopped, turning to look behind him with one paw still in the air.
On top of being interesting….
Coriander stood on the path behind him, frowning.
Her fur is mesmerizing.
Her russet pelt was accented with lighter orange, and the white on her undersides pleased Cyrus's eyes in the most wonderful way. He didn't think he'd get tired of looking at her.
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