Flower Crowns and Gay
for sorin
12-18-2020, 11:37 PM
Sorin's paws carried him from the farthest reaches of the north where winter held the land in a vice grip to the lands in the east where the weather wasn't nearly quite as dreadful. His travel on the way revealed some interesting things, but he was still eager to learn more. He had his eyes on a lake in the distance for more than one reason. His throat was beginning to feel parched, and he wasn't averse to a pretty view while wetting his whistle. The crystalline surface of the water beckoned him closer, the rays of the sun highlighting the vale in a sheen of gold that made it all the more enticing. He picked his way through the reeds and cattails that strangled the shoreline. Sorin thanked the Gods that he was slender enough to squirm his way through give the tightly packed quarters.
Once he breached the obstacle, the male paused in stride to shake any debris he may have collected from his pristine coat and continued on his way. His paws found terrain that gave beneath his lightweight, leaving in his wake fresh pawprints that another could find with ease. As Sorin neared the water's edge, the terrain grew wet. Sorin reasoned such a change in terra made sense, given the water lapping at the shoreline. The small male came to a stop just on the outskirts of the lake, his paws sinking a little further into the mud as he lowered his crown to drink. His petite maw parted to allow the pink muscle housed within to unfurl, leaving him free to drink the cool liquid with ease.
Ah, his solitude wouldn't last for long, however. The happy yips and howls in the distance readily drew his attention from the drink he was having. His crown whipped to the side, ears erect and alert on top of his cranium as his beryl gaze scanned the horizon for the owner of the cries. It didn't take him long to locate his fellow lupine some distance away. Any distinguishing features were hard to make out, but his gaze was immediately drawn to the heterochromatic chasms seemingly carved into the figure's skull. They were strikingly bold, so much so that Sorin found it impossible not to stand still and stare. It took a moment for him to realize the man was staring back at him, the realization dawning on the male in the form of audits painting back against his skull as embarrassment caused his cheeks to heat up beneath his fur. Oh dear, what was he going to do now?
Once he breached the obstacle, the male paused in stride to shake any debris he may have collected from his pristine coat and continued on his way. His paws found terrain that gave beneath his lightweight, leaving in his wake fresh pawprints that another could find with ease. As Sorin neared the water's edge, the terrain grew wet. Sorin reasoned such a change in terra made sense, given the water lapping at the shoreline. The small male came to a stop just on the outskirts of the lake, his paws sinking a little further into the mud as he lowered his crown to drink. His petite maw parted to allow the pink muscle housed within to unfurl, leaving him free to drink the cool liquid with ease.
Ah, his solitude wouldn't last for long, however. The happy yips and howls in the distance readily drew his attention from the drink he was having. His crown whipped to the side, ears erect and alert on top of his cranium as his beryl gaze scanned the horizon for the owner of the cries. It didn't take him long to locate his fellow lupine some distance away. Any distinguishing features were hard to make out, but his gaze was immediately drawn to the heterochromatic chasms seemingly carved into the figure's skull. They were strikingly bold, so much so that Sorin found it impossible not to stand still and stare. It took a moment for him to realize the man was staring back at him, the realization dawning on the male in the form of audits painting back against his skull as embarrassment caused his cheeks to heat up beneath his fur. Oh dear, what was he going to do now?