dancing queen

Her breathing was slowly growing normal, and the clouds were moulding into infinite shapes before her toxic green eyes. Onyx fluff was soaking up the heat of the sun, providing a delicious warmth all over her petite frame. A decadent sigh shuddered through her flanks, and spilled from her charcoal nostrils to stir the tall blades of grass in front of her snout. She was quite close to giving up on the illusion of wakefulness, sleep tempting her weary body. It was such a lovely day, and even better weather to doze off under the sun and fragrant fruit blossoms. The heady aroma filled the air, and the perfume only made it harder to resist sleep as it pulled her close. Her acidic pools fluttered closed, and her tail gave a contented wriggle on the grass. She wasn't about to bother pulling in her gangly limbs, the dark furred girl was quite content where she'd fallen.

However, the sudden splatter of stickiness was a squishy, gooey explosion of surprise that prompted a yelp from the pup as she leaped to her feet. Ashen hackles bristled, and altogether she rather resembled a small, skinny porcupine. The purple blob that had burst right next to the imprint of her body didn't move, simply continued to ooze it's juices. Her mismatched audits gave a curious twitch, and she lowered her dainty cranium to sniff at it. How could it have fallen there? She was under a patch of open sky, not a branch in sight to drop an ill placed fruit right on top of her. The tip of her salmon tongue poked out from her dark lips to taste the suspicious fruit. It tasted fine, if a little sour. It wasn't ripe, so why had it fallen? A small frown would crease her brow, and the girl looked up.

Something had put this fruit here, that was the only answer she could find. Large, intent eyes would scan the area around her in search of the source of said specter. Her leathery sensor would give a few twitches as she sniffed the air, muzzle raising to take in the scents. There was something, but it wasn't familiar. Or... maybe it was? She took a stpe in the direction she thought it was coming from, but with a shift of the breeze, the scent was gone. Gaze would shift to scan the landscape again, wondering where the strange fruit thrower could be. "It's rude to throw fruit at people when they're napping, you know!" She called hesitantly, still looking around in a manner that was only slightly lost.




"Speech"

But the rest is forgotten