Rotten to Me
Odette/Bird in particular
01-01-2020, 06:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2020, 06:57 PM by Odette I.)
Odette had been spending her day tackling Cordonia into a bath. For as much as she adored her feline friend, she truly did not care for a creature that only bathed itself with it's own tongue. Not to mention Cordonia was a carnivore, so her breath often stunk of death and rotting meat. So spreading that about her coat only meant Odette would be force to suffer, especially in their den at night. So the cream woman set out early in the morning to collect a fair portion of water on a piece of wood that seemed to curve just enough to hold a small amount of water. From there, she went to find desert flowers and sweet grass growing by the water, and she would throw all of it into the water, hoping the pleasant scents would transfer into the water so she could transfer that onto the desert cat. However what she didn't plan for, was how unwilling her companion would be, and just how enraged she would get when Odette threw the water on her anyway.
Now the fawn woman walked towards the water of the Oasis, her head hung low, with a slight limp in her gait as the sting of her fresh wounds cried out at the jostling of her movements. The cat had slashed out against her cheek, and had bitten into her right shoulder with much more than a love bite in mind. Not knowing what exactly the feline had been eating that day, Odette thought it was important to wash out the puncture holes, but she needed more water to do that. She walked with the wooden bowl in her maw, but left her dignity back in the den where the feline was no doubt still dripping wet with that fierce grimace on her face. Her crown only lifted when she heard the faint bleat of a creature, and from there her gaze landed on two other wolves at the water's edge. A shy smile pulled at her lips as she continued to approach, trying her best to hiding limp but knew there was no hiding the wounds that littered her profile. "Good day, ma'am, sir." she would greet as she tried to move to the water's edge, hopeful to leave without her embarrassing story having to come to light. Of course out of all the days to have pack members mingling out and about, today would be the day.
Now the fawn woman walked towards the water of the Oasis, her head hung low, with a slight limp in her gait as the sting of her fresh wounds cried out at the jostling of her movements. The cat had slashed out against her cheek, and had bitten into her right shoulder with much more than a love bite in mind. Not knowing what exactly the feline had been eating that day, Odette thought it was important to wash out the puncture holes, but she needed more water to do that. She walked with the wooden bowl in her maw, but left her dignity back in the den where the feline was no doubt still dripping wet with that fierce grimace on her face. Her crown only lifted when she heard the faint bleat of a creature, and from there her gaze landed on two other wolves at the water's edge. A shy smile pulled at her lips as she continued to approach, trying her best to hiding limp but knew there was no hiding the wounds that littered her profile. "Good day, ma'am, sir." she would greet as she tried to move to the water's edge, hopeful to leave without her embarrassing story having to come to light. Of course out of all the days to have pack members mingling out and about, today would be the day.
"Odette"