Fox's Glade death at a funeral

For @Toad.

 

It was such a beautiful glade, she thought, as the little creamy white woman pranced and frolicked throughout the open land. The morning was misty, the rains having mostly left but clinging on with a fine spray which shrouded the lands with a grey hue. She moved along the creek mindlessly, bright eyes seeking out the dotted spruce and boulder along the way, searching for something or someone that might tug her interest. She had only time on her paws, time which was against her. She needed to feed.

There was no telling why he came back here after making himself at home in Ursus. It was where Toad had shared his lunch with a stranger. The stranger had asked for a spar and the boy had eagerly beaten him to a pulp. But now he looked at that day with new thankfulness, because it had given him a home. Returned him to Evien. Introduced him to the handsome mad cyclops king who ran the place. 

Eventually forest green eyes catch sight of a pale girl and hold her tightly in his gaze. He had never truly figured out his sexuality, whom he desired- did he like women? He wasn't sure, but approached her curiously anyway, tail waving lightly in the air behind him. Maybe this time he'd play Taylor. He smirks at the thought, and soon makes his way into her view, halting silently a couple yards away.

Another came, his steps not at all trying to be quiet and secretive as some of those whom had been caught spying on her in these lands before. He comes with interest, tail waving and he seems happy for the possibility of good company. Rosina would give it to him, of course. She was always good company. 

Hello there boy. She speaks, turning to him with bright, intense blue eyes, looking directly at him as though he and he alone now commanded her attention. She smiles, a soft giggle, if only to distract of her use by the term 'boy'. She of course thought himself as such, being much older and yet had no intention of giving that away if she could. Come to keep a lonely lady company?

She calls him boy- odd, for such a young looking woman. But looks could be deceiving, and as he eyed her closely, the very subtle shows of age became apparent, though he was still not sure exactly how old she was. Her blue eyes were captivating, he knew that much- and instantly he was entranced, pulling closer to her like a curious animal. Her giggle was musical; to her words he releases a laugh of his own, though his voice was much deeper. Maybe, He rumbles playfully, tail waving still. You lonely, little lady?

Her eyes remained to him, focused, concentrated as though if she were to turn from him she might break the spell which had him lingering closer, closer... like moth to a flame. 

To his chuckle, she smiles, her tail moving to wave as his own did. That I am. Though I feel as though home is near. She smelt the pack on him - the ugly muddy healer, the beautiful blonde Taylor. Surely she was close. Would you take me home? She cooes and toys.

She affirmed that she was lonely; all the more reason for Toad to remain near this ethereal woman. When she asks him to lead her home, he snorts, though all in good feeling. That depends. Promise you won't stir up any trouble, Miss...? He teased, leaving the trailing sentence for her to give a name. Ultimately though, troublemakers seemed to be welcome to some degree in Ursus- and recruits could always be molded in one way or another to fit the whims of Merrick. In truth, he intended to lead her home, no matter her answer.

Rosina. She answers, filling his gap with her name. Her smile unwavering, she would shake her head to his question. Oh no no, of course not. I'm a good girl, promise. Good, rather, in some instances. She could of course, do good for the pack and intended to by whatever means - hunt a hare here, stroll along the borders for visitors there... Now, what she did in her spare time was otherwise questionable. And what is your name? She asks then, drawing even nearer.

Good girl, Rosina. He mimicked playfully, green eyes twinkling. Rosina, the pretty lady. Rosina, the good girl. Rosina, who promised not to cause any trouble. He didn't believe that, truly- but even if she was being honest, he was sure she would turn in time. Ursus was already eating away at Toad's soul, making him into demon- it was bound to happen to her as well. 

And she came nearer and asked of his name, his ears flattened against his head. There were few things that could make him ashamed, but this was one of them. Um... I'm Toad, He uttered under his breath, obviously embarrassed as his gaze flit awkwardly away.

His ears fell, eyes fluttering elsewhere and then... "Toad?!" She suddenly screeched and pulled back, having even completely caught off guard. She lifts a dainty paw to her chest then, a look of both horror and pity touching her expression and she sighs out, "Oh what a horribly awful name for a mother to bestow upon her child." All of Rosina's pups had held wonderful names, none of which had the ability to use them, however. 

Rosina would settle her foot and tisk as she often did, shaking her head to and fro. How dreadful. And then, a thought! She bounded once more back to him in a manner which mimicked a fox. "Toad hu? So if I were to kiss you, would you turn into a prince?"

Oh god. Usually people weren't this straightforward with their disgust, but Rosina didn't hold back one bit. And though Toad completely agreed, he winced slightly at the obvious insults. Yeah. It's shit. I know. I wish it was different too, He huffed. But then her question came, and a devilish smile grew on his face. Hmm, why don't you try it and find out? He cooed. Of course, she'd surely be disappointed to find he was still plain old Toad. But the man had gotten little affection over the past several months, and wouldn't deny a chance at contact.

He would not be reluctant to her charms and her request. And so after his coo and confirmation, Rosina would slide in close, licking the features of his cheek and muzzle until then licking and nipping quiet sharply (with every intention to draw some blood) at the edge of one of his ears. 

Dancing back out of reach and hopefully without much retaliation from her sharp nip, she would pause to view her 'handy work' as it were. There now, a perfect Prince Charming.

When she came in for a "kiss", he did not resist, even when he took in a sharp breath, feeling her suck his blood. Would she kill him here? What kind of beautiful demon was this? Still, some part of him almost enjoyed the pain, as it was being inflicted by such a lovely thing- and so he panted lightly until she released, leaving him feeling slightly dizzy. 

A perfect prince charming. 

You're fantastic, Toad replied dumbly, feeling no more royal or charming, but certainly pleased. A moment of lightheaded quiet, and then: You ready to go home? He purred, referring to Ursus.

To his compliment, she batted her eyes and waved her snowy tail. Would have done a little curtsey if she could have. Instead she would nod her head to his words and lick her muzzle, relishing the taste of his blood still on her tongue. She pranced then at his side, eager to allow him to escort her home.