poisoned rationality
She liked this place, the prey was rather bountiful. Especially now, in the season of her heat, the beaver were plentiful along the creek. The swollen banks were spilling their water onto the floodplains, and turning the landscape into something marshy and ethereal. In the midmorning, there was still wisps of mist rising from the waters, and the dove femme was left wandering through the shallow water in rather comfortable silence. The splash of a beavers entering the water echoed through the mist, a pleasant ambiance, if not a tempting one. The ashen darling watched the world around her with whiskey coloured eyes, intrigued by everything in a different way, and wrapped up in the simple beauty of the morning. Her delicate paws slipped into the water with each step, making only gentle plunking sounds each time. She started to hum a quiet tune to herself trying to meld it with the ambiance of the landscape; the birds trilling in the aspens, the beavers busily going about their business, the gentle flow of the water. It wasn't anything special, but the petite dove quite liked the sound of it. |