What A Beautiful Mess
11-04-2014, 07:37 PM
A soft laugh would break the silence at the man's reaction. He seemed to hesitate. Perhaps he too had been deprived of such simple enjoyments. But it was never too late to learn, to appreciate the simple things and life and to remember life was not always serious. That relaxation was possible even though it seemed so impossible. His paw would strike her softly against her chest, talons seemed to cling in her thick pelt for a moment as his paw retreated. A playful yip would encourage the man to continue, to embrace this moment. He would rear up to catch her in a hug, and she would welcome it. She took her right paw and scratched playfully at his thick mane around his neck. After he nuzzled her, she would slither from underneath the man and bounce to-and-fro like a pup in front of him. All the while she barked at him cheerfully. Occasionally she would lash out with her fangs to grab his fur gently. A soft growl would pour through her lips as she would prance to his side and, rearing, would place both paws on his left side and push on him before her feet fell to the earth once more. She half hoped the man would run so she could chase him down as if she were a lioness after an antelope. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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