dodgy molly

He'd passed by a wolf who was sprawled out in the grass, while he was away. A mortal, of course, but he had been intrigued. Her pupils had been broad enough to nearly engulf her eyes altogether, and he'd thought she might be related to him somehow. But no, those were not eyes like Kefka. She had eaten a few buds of cannabis, and had relayed its effects to him. Fascinated by the concept of narcotics, the phoenix had filed the information away for his eventual return. Well, here he was. The rain had died down, finally. The dark clouds overhead were ominous, and he was sure he wouldn't be enjoying the break from the downpour very long. So, he hurried into the garden. Surely the herb would be there.

He hunted as quickly as he could, paws squelching in the mud. The thought of enjoying a quiet evening in with his mind clouded seemed amicable, especially since he likely wouldn't notice how time seemed to drag on forever when the weather was dreary. Auburn form slipped amongst the foliage with serpentine ease, muscles rippling beneath his fur. He was eager to find the five pointed leaves, and the side effects of their consumption. He wanted to see for himself, and test their effects on divinity.