and I heard 'em say

nothings ever promised tomorrow today

The sea of stalks spanned before her, a serene ocean that held both the promise of meat and danger. Each strand of grass swayed with the tender touch of the wind, yet something primal told her that another lingered. She just didn’t know what, a query soon remedied as a shapely crown rises from the golden waves. Lush ebony fur flowed from her in cascading waves, screaming good health. Twin radars perch atop her skull, alert and attentive as she seemed to flow forward, the flaxen field parting like the red sea. She stilled, conscience telling her that the lady approached cautiously and that she should not fear yet her muscles did not believe a word of it. Yet, they still relaxed, not in the typical sense however. Oh no, they relaxed in the sense that they could move without catching a cramp should the need to flee arise. Her body was a well oiled machine, well tuned to the flight. A predator by design they say..HA!

A moment is given as she sucks in a breath, the taste of her aroma playing upon her sensitive olfactory senses and it was female. Her own head tilts, a simple mirroring of the ebony’s girl cock, as she surveys the other, her gaze drinking in all that was available for her viewing before giving her own banner a slight wave. The other speaks, and as her words dance upon the air between them the light girl could not help but ponder the way the light plays within the ivory tresses that adorns one lone ear. It is the only lighter hue to grace the dames body, or at least from what she could tell at the moment and it strikes her as odd. But then many called her odd the way her coloring dances upon her bodice. A expression is formed upon her face, one a mixture of grin and grimace as past and present collide for the span of a second. It lingers not as the grin wins and becomes a temporary fixture upon her now curious façade.

”Evening to you as well traveler. Pray all is well with you and yours.” She pauses before continuing. ”I couldn’t fathom covering myself when in the presence of such wondrous beauty. What call you this place?” Her tone is light and tilting, a subtle clue to her soprano singing voice. It is also tinged with an accent, one that bespeaks of Italian roots.

As soon as her words spill forth she risks a glance about herself, as if spreading her arms before her to beseech the darker bell to take in their surroundings. In doing so she misses the brow raising on the face of her company, yet her head returns just in time to witness the hesitant sway of the other’s tail. It was as if she didn’t do such very often. Was she not friendly to all? Chasing upon the heels of such a thought comes doubt and the fear that lingered in the shadows of her mind. Was she a monster in disguise? Casting a more critical eye upon the bella she takes in the fact that she is taller than her own stature, yet she was slimmer. But then most were slimmer than the merle dame for she carried a natural thick coat that never seemed to thin enough. Silken to the touch it was yet she carried enough fluff to coat a whole litter of cubs.

”What brings you here lady green eyes?”

The question is fraught with tremor as she lifts from her belly to her haunches. The change in posture gives her a better view and a better chance at fleeing should the situation call for, yet still she hesitates. The lonely soul within her desperate for some interaction, even if it leads to her ultimate destruction.