Everyday he would think of another way to escape her. Everyday she was ready for him and captured him deeper in her cage. He found himself doing little choirs for her, just because of the way she sung or danced. Everything about her was a mystery to him. Worse of all he hadn't gotten his necklace back. She mocked him by wearing it in front of him at all times. She would claim that she felt good vibrations from it and it was destained to belong to her.
He wished he could argue, but she would just pout and he would feel like such a villain. Still he had to figure out a way out of the relationship. Being stuck here wouldn't help him any and it would end badly in the end. He couldn't possibly be a father like Cay wanted him to be. His hatred for his own parents stopped him from wanting cubs. As much as he would adore them, the thought of them hating him made him go cold inside.
He wished he could make Cay understand him, but she ignored him and claimed he didn't understand. They never fought, she would just say that and the discussion would end. When ever she thought he was about to leave she would start singing, drawing him back to her. It was difficult to even get a moment alone from her, but he didn't mind. As much as he hated to admit it, his lust was rapidly turning to love and he loved everything about her.
She was watching him from a distance for once. He was bringing in flowers to decorate the cave with flowers from the near by meadow. She wanted some color in the den, especially if they were to have cubs soon. Cay was happy and she was sure Meris was as well. She wanted to convince him that they needed cubs in their lives though. He wanted nothing to do with cubs, something Cay didn't understand. She thought he would be a great father. He was protective of her already, keeping an eye on her whenever they left the den and he promised to be with her forever. To her that was the perfect father.
“Meris, will you tell me about your necklace?” she asked walking toward him. She was careful about the necklace. It was his treasure and she was keeping it. If it was important to him it should be important to her as well. She wore it for safe keeping and to remind Meris where he stood. There were relationships where the male dominated over the female. Cay was going to be sure this wasn't going to be like that. She was the one who decided the rules and he was going to obey them without questioning. She went next to him and curled up against him.
He looked down at her and his necklace. It hung around her neck tightly. “It's not a very exciting story my love,” he said as he hung a flower on the wall. The truth was he didn't want to tell it. He knew she would love it. It was a story about him beating his brother. A perfect story to show off how perfect he was. “Why don't you tell me about one of your stories.”
“What if we traded? You tell your story than I'll tell mine?” she asked with a pur. He would of course agree. She would finally get some more info on her new mate. He was oddly secretive about his past, she thought and she would like to know more. The necklace that he cared about would be the first thing she would learn. Soon he would open up to her. “I promise mine is interesting enough for both of our stories.”
Meris sighed. He felt like he had no other choice. Gently he laid next to Cay and put his head on her back. “The necklace was my brothers before it was mine. He found it. He was always off looking for adventure and treasure hunting was part of that adventure. That necklace meant more to him than anything else in this world. Than one day I was pissed at him, since we were young we always fought. I challenged him to a race, I told him I would do his chores for a year if he bet his necklace. His pride was too big and he agreed.” He looked at the necklace and wondered if it was worth it in the end. “He lost, big time. I ran faster than I had ever run at that point. He asked to do best two out of three and I refused. He was humiliated, but I didn't care. I was proud of my victory and I flaunted that necklace and showed it off as much as I could.”
There was a sense of relief as he finished his story. He hadn't ever told anyone the full story before. As he expected she was beaming up at him. Where he felt humiliated and disgraceful, she only saw strength and power. Something she hoped he would pass along to their children. She couldn't understand his self hatred for taking away his brother's precious treasure and his longing to take it back to him. He hoped that if they did stay together that she would let him find his brother and return the necklace.
She was amused by the story. It was surprising to her that he was so mischievous when he was younger. She hoped that wouldn't pass to their cubs. That would just be a pain to deal with. She preferred the thought of her cubs be just as sweet and quiet as Meris normally was and just as talented as the both of them. “You story wasn't dull love. I think you lied to me.” She said with her favorite pout. “I think in return you should tell me another story about you and your brother.”
“I thought it was boring,” he said before she made him tell another story. He didn't want to be stuck telling stories all afternoon just because she wanted to hear about his life. Plus she was being just as secretive about her life as he was about his. Why? What she was hiding. “Tell me a story please.” He spoke in a cub like way.
She rolled her eyes. He was cute, she gave him that, along with being perfect in all the right ways. “There was once two leopards who loved each other very very much. Both of the leopards were beyong gorgeous. In fact the creatures from all around the land came to look at them. Of course they wanted to spread the beautify.” she spoke harshly, obviously hating this. “They wanted nothing more than to have cubs, lots of cubs. At last the mother got pregnant and had one cub. This cub didn't look like either of them. Her mother was blamed to be having an affair, which was a lie. Her mother was loyal to her father and no one else. The cub was called a monster and was eventually blamed for the separation of her parents. All the creatures who loved her parents despised her more than anything. She hated everyone around her and eventually ran away.”
He wasn't expecting that. For some reason he thought her life would be wonderful and blessed, especially with such a delicate voice like hers.
“I don't hate you.” He said, giving her a nudge before getting up and hanging some more flowers. He thought she could use some more flowers in her world.
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