it took her many months to crack his shell, to chip away at the mask that shielded him from the world. with unsurmountable patience she slipped through the cracks, like ink flowing through every fissure in his shattered armor. at last she was at the center, the core, the begining of the end of his pain. the root of suffering. and in the blackness of his oblivion she found it, floating weakly at the center, the light of his soul dimly keeping it abeat; his heart. broken and glued back together, fresh wounds alotting blood to flow freely. untended gashes and tears. pain and sheer loneliness emanated out of it. it weezed and shivered sickly, so weak and running out of hope, barely able to beat.

she looked upon it without pitty, or shame. she beheld it with kind eyes and reached out to take it warmly in her arms, she licked clean the wounds in the typical fashion of the nurturer. her words of affection and her patience payed off. quietly it began to heal, rips and tears mended themselves, cuts and gashes stitched themselves together. shattered areas slowly melted back as if never touched by the hands of betrayal or cruelty.

and slowly his heart found a beat...right in time...with hers.

+did this randomly at work :] i like it. i dont want to have to do another damn ref sheet for my fursona. :/