A Sunlit Picnic

Blue green eyes lazily drifted open. His frame was slouched on the rock, a rock that he had last seen her wild fire hair, her gentle face. These thoughts, drifted as soon as he was aware of them however. They reached to somewhere he couldn't feel, and he let out a sigh. This place was just as empty as he was feeling, as his legs pushed him to his feet. He needed to move; his stomach was grumbling, and starving would only put him off much longer. How long had he waited? He wasn't sure, but moving the green hair out of his face, he'd understand that the wild strands were like his dedication; untameable, and utter ridiculous sometimes. The male let out a yawn, before his steps began to move him forward. He needed food; he wanted to be by her side, but even loyalty had it's limits. His heart was hers in a sense; she would always have his loyalty. But he knew that even dogs sought new masters when they could no longer remain, and some did die of loneliness. True loyalty was even in one's heart, to keep believing. That's what he believed that the dogs that left their old masters for new ones, would do. The truth of the world in such a manner made him sad in a way; but his face was cold, apathetic. Disinterested in the beauty around him, or ever. It was the way he had chosen to live; he understood that something terrifying was inside, but even his kindness seemed like arrogance to others. That was not the case; he only wanted the best he could for everyone. But even then, that was tainted by the shades that people choose to see.

His steps led him soon enough to a clearing. He was startled, letting a bit of his eyes widen. His self-control kept the beast locked up, as his gaze aimed to look at the sky; so bright, and beautiful and even warm. Did that make the scene in front of him anymore unreal? Not very much so. In fact, he had a hard time believing what he saw. Long strands that passed the stump; a basket on it with food inside of it. Was someone asleep there? The male approached with a quiet step; but he would make it obvious for anyone awake. another considerate kindness that only he would give. But the tandems of a white dress; his mind flashed to her. She was gone, wasn't she? A small sadness remained still, but his mind cast it aside. Finally making his way around, he'd be presented with a beautiful girl, almost child like in appearance, slender and the immediate thought he had, was that she was a kind girl. A kind, but troubled girl; there was the lines of worry in the depths of her entrancing eyes. He didn't want to speak a word, but he would have to. ''What are you doing here?'' were the first things out of his mouth. He understood that was rude, but at the same time? He didn't feel like conserving niceties. It wasn't him; he would get to the point. So did this girl even know how dangerous these woods were? That was his mind wandering question, but it fluttered back into the blank space of nothingness as well. Milostrad knew one thing however; that this girl, he would protect until she left the forest at the least. Perhaps more then that, since there was a single feeling to her, a strange one.

He couldn't place it, but it felt familiar.