the boys who kiss and bite
they are the brilliant ones
who speak and write;
She paused to catch her breath and drink more of the clean, mountain-fed water, amusement etched across her face. Visiting the creek was a fun daily ritual that she had adopted since her ingress to the swamp, but now she was ready to find something else to fill her day. Perhaps she’d hunt frogs. Maybe she’d hunt around for something bigger. Or maybe she’d pick a direction and follow the creek out of her familiar forest and into the unknown.
She stood in the creek, staring downstream, lost in the vivid images of her own thoughts, when a prickle crawled up the back of her neck. The fur along her spine rose slightly, though not in aggression, and she turned on the spot, lavender eyes scanning the banks, the forest that surrounded her. She couldn’t help but smile: a nervous tick.
“Who’s there?”
Even as she asked the question, she caught sight of the large wolf tucked into the foliage, his watchful gaze on her. “How long have you been there...?” she muttered, mostly to herself. Then she fell silent, taking in the sheer size of him, the intensity of his stare. His eyes beamed at her from the shadowy brush. Beautiful. She was quite fascinated by them. Maybe he would make her day more interesting...
Her nervous smile relaxed slightly, became less strained, and she waved her tail invitingly to the stranger. She kept her eyes on his as she drew herself out of the creek, the water pulling her red fur tight around her feminine form. Her ears flicked forward good-naturedly and she tilted her head, a more beguiling smile teasing her features. “Won’t you come out and say hello?”
they sing in clever tongues
oh, how my knees go weak
to be the one;
H U S H
five ** soul ** home ** |