The experience growing up with RAINBOW as a mother was interesting, she was so bubbly, so wiggly that it was hard to come out of that experience with a negative outlook. Momma had always been so much fun, and daddy, well, he had been so serious for so long, that he was always the one who understood my touches. It was hard for me to communicate without the ability to speak, I only could bark, growl and whine. Honestly, it made life hell sometimes, like now. I was growing older, looking to find someone to spend forever with, it made it so stinkin hard. I hated it. I couldn’t wait until spring, and I would be able to grab the flower I was named after and show people. Then they would know my name. It would make living my life so much easier.

The water rushed by me and I dug my toes in deeper not wanting the current to sweep me out from where I was. I heard steps and turned my head, spotting a black and red male coming towards me. And yet, something seemed off about him but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He spoke, asking me my name, and I could not tell him it, I was mute. But I could yip, and yip I did. My voice high and light. I was unsure how he would take it, and so I turned, moving quickly and trying to dig my toes back into the mud beneath me as I did so, hoping that I would not falter and fall within the water. That would ruin this meeting for sure.

I let my gold/periwinkle eyes watch him, hoping he would be a kind soul and notice me in the water and not attempt to attack or anything. Oh boy.

four - by gabriel out of rainbow - female