Dirty Paws

*Eos* · 04-08-2013, 12:25 AM

Auburn and russet crawled beneath the dying sun, fingers of striking gold and yellows stroking fondly at the spine of the painted lady; harmonious against the chiming of falling water, the romantic dance between the power of elements. Dainty paws tapped curiously at the shifting surfaces, testing her stability and traction as she dared her body to take the gamble, thrashing waters of evil promise whispered and reached desperately for her soul, the thrill of dangerous possibilities her ecstasy. With the tiniest of misjudgement she could fall, her body crushed by the cruel forces of nature. Beautifully, elegantly, perfectly.

Satisfied with the twisting contractions of muscle, pleased by her bodies abilities to pass along the rigid threats of the falls she moved back to the bank, where certainty and safety beckoned; her reward of survival more powerful than the greatest gift of glimmering diamonds and jewels. The yearling found her way effortlessly through the winding structures of trees, silver-green eyes guiding her closer to the previously unnoticed presence of another. No desire to interact, though not prepared to shift from her preferred path of journey. The burgundy stained lady stood with an apparent uncertainty, though if there was one thing evident it was that the pairs meeting would undoubtedly be brief.

?Do you get any pleasure from your tongueless stare, lady?? voice was abrupt, dull, to the point. She didn?t care for aimless banter, and had the brown wench not have seemed so intent on watching her companies activities, Eos probably would have passed on by.

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