“Hey, snow-butt!”
Lotte’s limbs windmilled furiously at the sound of Dagfinn’s voice and when she bounded to her paws at last it was with wide, wild eyes and defensively pinned ears. “Mitä!? Mitä!? she squeaked, bouncing lightly on her paws as she shook the snow from her nose with a started snort and readied herself for some kind of violent attack. It wasn’t long before Dagfinn crossed the distance that separated him, and Lotte sped away, jerking her hips in a skittering swivel to stand perpendicular to her kaksonen. “Nothing!” she blurted in the tongue of their beloved home, just in case he thought she was, like…doing…something.
It was so good to see him! Lotte’s hackles spiked like porcupine quills along her spine as she bounded toward him sideways, then bounced away. “I have a fever,” she whined, “or something, so — ”
Dagfinn really was a handsome wolf. It was no wonder that Amber —
…what?
Lotte blinked as her thoughts took a bizarre turn, drifting absurdly to her twin’s appearance — he was tall and strong and his voice was sonorous and sweet, but she’d always known these things. Every man she’d met had been judged by Dagfinn’s impressive standards, and although she’d always shown more of a propensity for flirting than her twin, she was sure that nobody could compare to Dag — “I have a fever,” she warned him off desperately, trying to sound rational as she began to dig a hole in the snow, “and I am probably contagious.” When she judged the hole was deep enough, she stuck her face directly into it, her long, sinuous spine curled into an exaggerated tilde. “Run, Dagfinn. Save yourself,” she moaned dramatically, mentally berating herself for the hot churn of her gut that had only worsened upon seeing her weirdly attractive littermate. It didn’t occur to her that he’d probably seen or heard of the fire, and that he’d been worried. She was threadbare in spots, her plush fur patchy where the flames had licked at her flesh, and her pelt was a bit ragged due to the weight she’d lost, but this malady was something different entirely.
Lotte’s limbs windmilled furiously at the sound of Dagfinn’s voice and when she bounded to her paws at last it was with wide, wild eyes and defensively pinned ears. “Mitä!? Mitä!? she squeaked, bouncing lightly on her paws as she shook the snow from her nose with a started snort and readied herself for some kind of violent attack. It wasn’t long before Dagfinn crossed the distance that separated him, and Lotte sped away, jerking her hips in a skittering swivel to stand perpendicular to her kaksonen. “Nothing!” she blurted in the tongue of their beloved home, just in case he thought she was, like…doing…something.
It was so good to see him! Lotte’s hackles spiked like porcupine quills along her spine as she bounded toward him sideways, then bounced away. “I have a fever,” she whined, “or something, so — ”
Dagfinn really was a handsome wolf. It was no wonder that Amber —
…what?
Lotte blinked as her thoughts took a bizarre turn, drifting absurdly to her twin’s appearance — he was tall and strong and his voice was sonorous and sweet, but she’d always known these things. Every man she’d met had been judged by Dagfinn’s impressive standards, and although she’d always shown more of a propensity for flirting than her twin, she was sure that nobody could compare to Dag — “I have a fever,” she warned him off desperately, trying to sound rational as she began to dig a hole in the snow, “and I am probably contagious.” When she judged the hole was deep enough, she stuck her face directly into it, her long, sinuous spine curled into an exaggerated tilde. “Run, Dagfinn. Save yourself,” she moaned dramatically, mentally berating herself for the hot churn of her gut that had only worsened upon seeing her weirdly attractive littermate. It didn’t occur to her that he’d probably seen or heard of the fire, and that he’d been worried. She was threadbare in spots, her plush fur patchy where the flames had licked at her flesh, and her pelt was a bit ragged due to the weight she’d lost, but this malady was something different entirely.
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she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Lotte - February 03, 2017, 10:28 AM
RE: she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Dagfinn - February 05, 2017, 01:22 AM
RE: she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Lotte - February 05, 2017, 10:43 AM
RE: she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Dagfinn - February 06, 2017, 10:53 PM
RE: she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Lotte - February 10, 2017, 06:36 AM
RE: she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Dagfinn - February 11, 2017, 12:04 AM
RE: she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Lotte - February 11, 2017, 10:38 PM
RE: she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Dagfinn - February 12, 2017, 06:58 PM
RE: she’s long gone with her red shoes on - by Lotte - February 16, 2017, 06:35 AM