Flowers and Claws

Speedwell

Jinyoung will be speaking Greek. Nymph's are most popular in greek mythology. So in my mind him speaking Greek was a perfect match for him. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

I woke and sat up straight in a hurry. I whipped my head around quickly. Hands grabbed my cheek softly and got me to stop moving. I felt my head get turned slowly. In front of me was the werewolf from before.

He smiled and started talking.

"Hey, you're fine. Everything is okay." He whispered quietly, looking into my eyes

I felt extremely cold and wet.

I looked down and saw that I was back in the water from before, my cloth nowhere in sight. My hand went up as I tried to cover up myself as much as possible. I have scars on my chest that haven't healed yet and I didn't want others to see them. I heard a low chuckle as I did so. My eyes flicked up to the werewolf. His own flashed yellow which caused me to whimper.

My mother was only able to tell me the basics about nymphs protectors. She said that when we meet ours a flower we have never seen before would bloom around us in a perfect circle. She also said that our eyes will change beautiful colors when our souls connect.

I looked back down, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Okay, come on. You'll get sick if you're in their for much longer." The werewolf said, sticking out his hand for me.

I hesitantly lifted up one of my own hands, still avoiding his predatory gaze. He grabbed it and lifted me up out of the water. As my toes hit the plush grass, speedwells started to form around my legs. The werewolf noticed and smiled, reaching down and plucking one of the long flowers.

He examined the lilac plant, smiling before tucking it behind my left ear.

"My parents always told me about the magical things nymphs could do. They talked about their feelings being portrayed by the nature that surrounded them." He continued to fix the flower behind my ear before talking again, "They made me learn about flowers upon flowers. Their meanings being pounded into my head so when I met my nymph I would be able to tell what they were feeling."

He dropped his hand down.

"So I know that speedwells mean obedience, and I'm guessing your obedience is because of our souls connecting."

My eyes widened a bit. I didn't know how to respond to anything he was saying. Nymphs are programmed to understand what language their protector speaks, but they have to be taught how to say it on their own. Whatever the werewolf was speaking in wasn't Greek. It was something quicker and more complex.

I had no idea how to tell him that he knew more than myself. I understand nature and its beauty. I understand that every flower means something, but that's about all.

I started to shiver. I looked up at the sky. Dark clouds were forming above us. It was obviously about to rain, and by the saltiness in the air, it seems it'll thunder as well.

The werewolf looked up as well. He looked back down at me before he started to take the thing covering his chest off.

I furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding what he was doing. He held it out to me. I just stared at it curiously.

"Oh, yeah. Right. You live in the forest, I'm sure you don't understand what this is." The werewolf whispered

He walked closer to me and grabbed my wrists, lifting them up and making my arms straight. I continued to stare at him.

"Keep those there." He said

I did as told and waited.

"Wow, you really are obedient."