Wapun Meadow and we'll never be royals

sucky phone post.
@Cupid

 

 

a yawn escaped from pink lips as the delicate creature stretched in an almost feline fashion.  first with an arched back, tail high, and rump high in the air. next was the stretching of back legs before shaking off the petals that gathered on her pearl colored fur but some remained. after all, she had just rolled in a rather pretty smelling patch of flowers to make her scent even mote feminine. this was a regular routine for the pale canine, napping within a flower covered field before rolling in their scent.

again she yawned before looking up at the slightly clouded sky, as blue as her eyes. "beautiful.." she murmured before dropping her gaze to a few flowers that looked rather similar to her namesake. a smile on her lips she leaned down and gentle plucked a few before holding them gently in her mouth.

the meadow had become his home in a way. there was something that kept him here. maybe it was the prey, or the neighboring residence (he was growing increasingly interested in their presence), or the wolves that came through his little domain. maybe it was all of the above.

this place seemed to allure all sorts of faces, because he stumbled across the third one this week. and this scene looked like something plucked out of a fairy tale.

there the wolf lay, one adorned in beautiful colors and magnificent eyes to boot.  and the blossoms leaned towards him, offering themselves for the bouquet.

”it is ain’t it?” cupid had approached just in time to hear the silent word. the yearling settled beside him and looked over the field of flowers.

sucky phone post.
french translation, oh hell!

 

 

flowers, they were always her favorite. just like her mother had told her, they were soft and delicate. this was why she was named after suck a gentle thing because she was just that, frail and pretty. a fleeting beauty in the spring, pink lips smiled as she held the daisy-like petals. not noticing the darker creature that had taken up residence, nor had she noticed their approuch until the sound of their voice.

it is ain’t it?

she jumped slightly at the words giving a muffled exclamation french, "oh enfer!" the flowers in her mouth remained but her rather feminine voice was still heard. before answering her new companion she placed her bouquet at her paws, making sure they would not be crushed or disturbed. "ah.. yes, it is." she responded with a slight french accent though her tone was high and breathy as those cornflower blue eyes were turned in her companion.

the shock surprised him. cupid was a quiet man that one could easily look past if they didn’t use a keen eye. but that was only when it was dark. out here in the broad daylight, amongst a valley of color, his dark pelt stood out. but then again, the stranger did seem to be in his own little world.

“is that why you came?” he gestures to the flowers between his teeth. “you a medic?” everything acted with a purpose, that’s what he was taught. the prospect of doing something as simple as picking flowers without a cause didn’t cross his mind.