Those Wings
04-12-2014, 11:37 AM
Ears twitched as the woman spoke, telling the boy to color it from his heart, close his eyes and go with instincts, and if he didn't know, then just act. The first part he almost spoke out against, how could he paint from his heart when he always had a rainbow there? The first time he had done it that way he had made a mess in his den, colors all over the place, caked on top of another color. But if he should act, then he would go with a mix of red and orange, yes, that sounded good. ?Red and orange, red and orange.? He sang lightly in smooth tones, tipping his right paw into the orange goo and left into the red. Carefully he would rise up and stand on his rear legs, planting his left forepaw on the left upper wing and the right paw on the right upper wing. ?Pretty pretty, gonna make you all pretty little butterfly.? Humming quietly to himself, paws going in small circular motions while tail continued to wag happily.
While happily doing his thing the male glanced over at the she-wolf, head tilting at an awkward angle, only a small bit of pain in his neck from it. "I'm Salamander, does the girly wolf have a name too?" He asked curiously, his way of speaking and going at things... different from how most would would act. With a flick of his ear the boy would turn back to his painting, bringing his right paw over to the left wing and began to mix the colors. "normal. talk. think. you" |