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Oh, I've been dreamin' 'bout it - Reiko - June 24, 2019
She felt stronger. It has been a while now since she had taken her training with Ira seriously. With no change in her diet, Reiko was perhaps leaner than she was previously - if that was even possible, which seem to be possible in the end. Hidden under her pelt, whatever fat she had in reserve had gone. Ribs jutted from her skin, but thankfully it was hidden under her thick pelt. She looked taller from how lean her legs were, how her body easily tucked itself in - but if she was to be honest, he felt stronger.
Tired.
But stronger.
Today she would allow her body to rest for the first time since she last spoke to Ira. Tomorrow she would approach the constable and ask for the next step in her training. There was no time to waste, she had to get something more than just some running done before Speedy's litter came to the world. Licking her run down pads, she cleaned them as preparation for the marigold paste she had previously prepared by crushing it between rocks.
Sitting in her ever growing garden, surrounded by medicinal and perfumed flowers, the woman was painting perfect as she tended to her paws, carefully licking one in preparation. Back straight, paw daintily pointed as she focused on the task at hand.
RE: Oh, I've been dreamin' 'bout it - Vonnaruil - July 02, 2019
want to bump this up to present?
It had been some time since the crow had croaked a proposal to the bear and his leonine Constable; there’d been no sight or sound of his pale sister, and seeing Reiko — who was as ivory as her and just as little and just as green-loving — nearly have him whiplash. She was just as lovely too, albeit unmarred, but the crow picked his way over to her all the same.
He was careful to step lightly and lively, for fear of disturbing her precious finds underpaw. “What is all this you have accumulated?” An abode? A... garden, even? His pewter eyes looked for the high blue of her own, inquisitive as a feline, and just as expectant; tip of plumed tail twitching in the lull of the moments that followed.