La Belle Fleur Sauvage

       The beast's paws kissed the ground as they carried his body; weaving and ducking around and under trees. Their rotting fragrance seemed to mask his own, the pure definition of decomposition engraved into their skin; into his. Gathering his thoughts, the brown sore thumb of a wolf let his large paws run away with themselves, they borne the animal to a pathetic patch of brown that was once grass. The trickling sound of the pliant river made his head turn, water had been scarce. Mount Volkan had snarfed down the remaining water back where he had been staying and forced him to flee, as did most creatures. All that had been left were rivers liquid fire, and as much as he wanted to, he wasnt about drinking liquid fire. He had seen what it did to the unfortunate deer and other creatures.. he wasnt about to meet their same fate, no yet.
       The moment he set foot out of the dead patch his eyes were met with the moon's creation; its equal. Koloskivi let his paws lug themselves over to the giant, his eyes fixed on the water. The beast let his head fall and his black lips part to give way to a long pink tongue that resided in his mouth. The water, cold and refreshing, made the male feel as if he had been reborn. When he was finished, he looked back at the dead patch of brown grass. When he spoke his voice was a thunderous murmur.
"Kakoy pozor, the atmosphere that surrounds us is so often treacherous to our pliant natures. Yet ve still suck the life out of vatever remains, soon it will be the death of us and all that resides here."