Born this way

He was staring and she loved it, drinking in the attention as she slithered towards him. She added a little sashay to spend hips before she plunked them down. He seemed speechless, awe struck as she reached for his face and he allowed tiny paws to roave his nose. He even lowered his skull slightly and allowed her to look him in the eyes. They were red like her own... What did that mean? Did he partake in the same diet she did? She didn't dare ask, not yet. Instead he would speak and she would chuckle easily, allowing paws to slip for his face and onto the ground, skull craned back so she could look up at him. "I roll in grass every day. Whatever it takes to stay pretty!" She said, tossing him a languid wink. He would carry on to introduce himself and her lower jaw would unhinge. Red. His name was Red. How perfect was that? She shuffled slightly giggling again, not because of the compliment but because of the name. "I'm Dione Lydia my dear sweet Mr.Red. Are you from these parts? It would be hard to miss a pelt such as yours..." Her words were an easy purr, the girl had come here in search of other pelts like here own and this far she had come across many it seemed. Red, purple, yellow... All so beautiful and yet none as stunning as this man and his blue and black...



"Talk here."