ode to sad disco

The young man stared a while longer, letting the pleasant color sink into his eyes, into his brain. Everything was good. Perhaps he was a particularly optimistic creature, but he thought he had every reason for it. Slowly, another soft sigh was pressed from his lungs, and his eyelids would slip shut in peaceful bliss. He was still very much awake and to some degree aware, but merely sealing off a sense for the moment so that the others might be bolstered in its absence. There was beauty in sound and smell too, he thought.

He remained comfortable and serene for another moment, oblivious to the approach of another. It was only when their footsteps fell but a foot or so away that Nagendra’s eyes snapped open, and he turned his head slightly just in time to spy a paw headed his way. There was not enough time for a full reaction, but instead a blur of uncoordinated motion that somewhat pulled him away in a recoiling fashion mirroring the other’s backward direction. ”Oh!” he cried with surprise, his heart fluttering in a panic. The stranger also cried out with shock, albeit a somewhat more… hostile sounding shock. She would seem to regain herself though, then speaking three words which offered insight to an odd train of thought. Nagendra was now laying on his stomach, forepaws outstretched and neck twisted to point his muzzle at the stranger. His forehead was crinkled a tad with puzzlement, but he remained quiet and receptive.

”Hello,” he replied gently. He blinked, eyes wide as he stared at the wolf before him. Such bold colors! So unnatural! He had seen many oddly colored wolves around here, but he thought that this must’ve been the pinnacle of it all. ”Is everyone so fabulously colored here?” he asked then, unabashed. Normally he would have refrained, but this was it. His curiosity got the better of him, and he just had to ask.