now it's five o'clock on the phone again
08-31-2014, 03:54 PM
Marked mature because of Lakota's profane inner monologue and further swearing problem
Song had given birth, and it was just about high time for her to begin her exploring of the lands, her eternal wandering. She loved her mother, her family, but her feet didn't like being anchored to one place. She desired the horizon, and while it was a little dangerous for her to be wandering alone while she was in season, her hunger to be on the move was stronger than her hunger for... things she didn't really care about right now. Pulling herself onto the shore of one of the many small islands, she looked about. A small hum escaped her maw, contemplative. Should she head for the largest island again? It was really nice there, but she was kind of enjoying this little sandbar, with the warm summer sun beating down on her alabaster pelt. It was rather delicious, really. With a small shrug, the giantess lowered herself to the terra with a contented sigh. It was a beautiful day outside, and she would be damned if she didn't enjoy it while it was there. Even though she was still soaked from her swim, the lady was too comfortable in the hot sand to really give a shit. Her dual toned eyes fell slowly shut, limbs folded neatly beneath her and her forepaws pillowing her lower jaw.
As she lounged in the heat of the day, the water in her fur began to evaporate, leaving behind an abundance of salt that made it look greasy and disgusting. Not that the pallid femme really cared, she was pretty much out cold by now. Of course, that meant, as per beach tradition with her, that some little asshole crustacean would take the opportunity to attack her. A crab skittered onto the beach, with an evil glint in it's little demonic eyes, and latched one claw onto her tail. With a yelp, the she wolf leaped to her feet, impressive strings of profane language streaming from her onyx lips as she whirled around to find out who her attacker was. No one behind her, and her tail was still singing with pain. Muzzle would whip around to fix a burning gaze on her upheld tail, only to find the little fucker latched onto the end of her tail, and looking quite smug about it.
And thus began the infuriating game of chase your tail to get rid of the pest who couldn't resist being a little shit.
Song had given birth, and it was just about high time for her to begin her exploring of the lands, her eternal wandering. She loved her mother, her family, but her feet didn't like being anchored to one place. She desired the horizon, and while it was a little dangerous for her to be wandering alone while she was in season, her hunger to be on the move was stronger than her hunger for... things she didn't really care about right now. Pulling herself onto the shore of one of the many small islands, she looked about. A small hum escaped her maw, contemplative. Should she head for the largest island again? It was really nice there, but she was kind of enjoying this little sandbar, with the warm summer sun beating down on her alabaster pelt. It was rather delicious, really. With a small shrug, the giantess lowered herself to the terra with a contented sigh. It was a beautiful day outside, and she would be damned if she didn't enjoy it while it was there. Even though she was still soaked from her swim, the lady was too comfortable in the hot sand to really give a shit. Her dual toned eyes fell slowly shut, limbs folded neatly beneath her and her forepaws pillowing her lower jaw.
As she lounged in the heat of the day, the water in her fur began to evaporate, leaving behind an abundance of salt that made it look greasy and disgusting. Not that the pallid femme really cared, she was pretty much out cold by now. Of course, that meant, as per beach tradition with her, that some little asshole crustacean would take the opportunity to attack her. A crab skittered onto the beach, with an evil glint in it's little demonic eyes, and latched one claw onto her tail. With a yelp, the she wolf leaped to her feet, impressive strings of profane language streaming from her onyx lips as she whirled around to find out who her attacker was. No one behind her, and her tail was still singing with pain. Muzzle would whip around to fix a burning gaze on her upheld tail, only to find the little fucker latched onto the end of her tail, and looking quite smug about it.
And thus began the infuriating game of chase your tail to get rid of the pest who couldn't resist being a little shit.