The 'me' in the 'me and you'
10-01-2018, 01:53 PM
The delicacy of the reds that wove through her coat where like strands of spun dew, subtle and intricate along her body. The faint undertones of reds beneath her white coat could be seen more readily beneath the shorter furs at her feet, and her sightless eyes seemed to find him, regardless of the laws of their abilities. The pale blue of her eyes was like the sea at dusk. He could almost imagine that hints of red and wonderlust bleed into their tones.
There was a uniqueness to her that was matched nowhere else in the worlds he had seen. Even with the brighter, and more colorful wolves that seemed to find their homes in this land. None of them could compete with the subtleties of her coat. None of them were Vail.
He wasn’t sure how long he would have stood there, flabbergasted, if Notch hadn’t intervened. That infernal creature made himself known. Wings flaring upon Vail’s back, for a moment, giving his wolf the appearance of wings. Damn, but wasn’t she a sight.
Then Notch was moving, hopping free of Vail and bouncing onto his own own broad shoulders. He could feel his sharp telons nicking his coat as he found purchase and balance with the help of his flared feathers.
He was glaring at the monstrosity on his back when Vail suddenly pressed her nose into the warmth of his coat. He let out a shuddered breath, moving his own muzzle into place until it rested over the back of her neck, drawing her in close.
“You want me to greet wolves as well?” he asked, taken aback at first at the near-alpha like responsibilities, before he clicked to what Shaye likely desired. Despite Vail’s independence, Solor would not like her to meet strangers alone. His delicate, pretty, blind girl. Shaye must have felt the same way. She wanted Vail to take on the responsibilities, and Solor to watch her back. The darker toned wolf grinned, and blew a kiss into her ear as he walked his mind through her words. “I suppose I can scare away a few interested recruits.” he teased her. He didn’t miss the interest in her voice as she spoke of a garden, and he rolled his shoulders, through that did nothing to dislodge the owl that rested on his back. “Well. Since I don’t hear any strangers calling, how about we start with that one. I don’t know the first thing about gardening, so pretend i’m blind and lead me around by my nose.” he teased her gently. He also didn’t make any notion to move. He liked holding her close to him like this.
There was a uniqueness to her that was matched nowhere else in the worlds he had seen. Even with the brighter, and more colorful wolves that seemed to find their homes in this land. None of them could compete with the subtleties of her coat. None of them were Vail.
He wasn’t sure how long he would have stood there, flabbergasted, if Notch hadn’t intervened. That infernal creature made himself known. Wings flaring upon Vail’s back, for a moment, giving his wolf the appearance of wings. Damn, but wasn’t she a sight.
Then Notch was moving, hopping free of Vail and bouncing onto his own own broad shoulders. He could feel his sharp telons nicking his coat as he found purchase and balance with the help of his flared feathers.
He was glaring at the monstrosity on his back when Vail suddenly pressed her nose into the warmth of his coat. He let out a shuddered breath, moving his own muzzle into place until it rested over the back of her neck, drawing her in close.
“You want me to greet wolves as well?” he asked, taken aback at first at the near-alpha like responsibilities, before he clicked to what Shaye likely desired. Despite Vail’s independence, Solor would not like her to meet strangers alone. His delicate, pretty, blind girl. Shaye must have felt the same way. She wanted Vail to take on the responsibilities, and Solor to watch her back. The darker toned wolf grinned, and blew a kiss into her ear as he walked his mind through her words. “I suppose I can scare away a few interested recruits.” he teased her. He didn’t miss the interest in her voice as she spoke of a garden, and he rolled his shoulders, through that did nothing to dislodge the owl that rested on his back. “Well. Since I don’t hear any strangers calling, how about we start with that one. I don’t know the first thing about gardening, so pretend i’m blind and lead me around by my nose.” he teased her gently. He also didn’t make any notion to move. He liked holding her close to him like this.
