Calixte made his way south. Brackish water perfumed the sultry afternoon air. He wished to immerse the other senses in it which is why he followed a faint freshwater scent-trail that mingled almost invisibly with its salty counterpart. The Lilliputian man-yote silently thanked, as always, The Spirit's ambivalence for such a wonderful organ to be attached to his body

Four ghost-quiet naked paws came to the rim of the freshwater lake. With a sustained grin he shifted from his natural form to the tolerably awkward stance of optime form, all while relishing his transformational pain. The shift was a torturous orgasm that always left him happily exhausted. He languidly stepped into the shivering water.

With each step the lake ran its wet hand up his thigh to his ticklish, naked crotch passed his miniscule belly button all the way to his thin, pointy chin. He languished in the water with all but the nose, eyes, and ears above-water. As the tiny, plush alligator floated in the Earth's blue womb he assumed a state of meditation that turned his awareness completely inward.

A quaint thought entered the dark hued wolf male's mind as he explored the neutral territory that neighbored Dahlia de Mai's borderlands: he would have a home to return to after his exploration. It seemed so strange to think that he had never had one before. Some might say that home could be defined as being surrounded by loved ones and friends, but Cuomo had never really felt that kind of connection to another. His parents and siblings traveled in a loose knit nomadic band. The scenery was always changing for someone leading that kind of life. Cuomo's heart was gladdened; he would have a home to return to whenever he pleased, a concrete place that he could place on a map or retrace his footsteps to. What a precious and profound oddity indeed.

The orange-eyed brute's gaze fell upon a lake of the most peculiar blue. He could not remember ever seeing a blue quite like it. The fresh scent that all but engulfed him told him that this was a fresh water source. He approached the lake with great care, taking note of his new and alien surroundings before dipping his muzzle into the water. Rings formed on the calm surface of the water, originating from the tip of his snout as he opened his mouth and let the cool, crisp water flow from his tongue to his throat.

The Dahlian male withdrew his muzzle from the water slowly as his orange eyes fell upon the form of a coyote swimming or floating lazily through the calm lake. His scent had been covered by the water, it seemed. Or perhaps he just wasn't accustomed to the scents within these parts. The brute raised his head and followed along the shore of the lake curiously, wondering what had possessed the coyote male to do such a thing.

The goings-on within the coygator's tiny, yet vast, brain caught hint of a visitor. With the same quickness that a light-switch brought light to a bulb his nose and ears shone light on the situation, while both eyes remained loosely closed. His eyelids remained loosely closed.

A wolf strolled Arachnea's perimeter with barely a hint of predatory anticipation in step or scent. The invisible tension in the water-dweller's soul became nonexistent. A thin, black smile broke the waters around his muzzle sending a trace of ripples from his epicenter.

Without opening his eyes he straightened his knees a bit to get his muzzle out of the water, and he greeted the wolf like an old friend, "Ah, Brother Wolf, have you too come for a cool blue drink? I did, but soon realized my whole body was thirsty!" He chuckled and exploded into the air, landing with a splash that swallowed him whole. When he reappeared his fur was a wilderness of gleaming, dripping spikes. Then he shouted jovially, "And then the lake drank me instead!" He laughed again at how odd he was being, at how refreshed he felt, and at the whimsical nature of everything.

Still, not once had Calixte opened his eyes. Yet the wolf's presence, and everything/one's for that matter, was so utterly there he was in no rush to embrace his visual senses.

310 words.

The stranger spoke and called him brother. All the while, the coyote spoke and remained afloat in the clear, crisp water. Cuomo found this strange, but not uninviting as he observed the smaller canine existing in a state that seemed to be completely at ease. He felt a sense of wonder at the other male’s serenity. Although he could not argue that these surroundings would support such a state of mental relaxation. Only a few moments before he had been admiring the beauty of his surroundings, but it seemed as though this coyote could marvel at the beauty of inner things, or perhaps the way the inner workings of his mind melded with his external environment.

The dark colored brute addressed the floating coyote with interest. He had met very many creatures in his travels, but he did not think that he had ever encountered anyone like this coyote before. ”I have never had anyone call me brother,” Cuomo mused a loud. Although he had loved his sisters very much, they had treated him more like a companion than family.

The stranger surged from the water, all the while keeping the color of his irises a mystery from the dark furred brute. Cuomo regarded him without suspicion. Despite his out of tune actions, he did not seem to be a fellow with harmful intentions. On the contrary, he seemed to be one of the most peculiarly genuine creatures Cuomo had encountered within the span of the last few weeks. The orange eyed wolf rested on his haunches, his tail staying still behind him as he contemplated this current stage in his life. Normally he did not feel so introspective, but something about being in this peculiar coyote’s presence made it seem appropriate to look inward. ”What is your name?” the Dahlian male asked curiously. There was so much about this coyote that was strange yet inviting.

I am THE RUSTIEST RPER.
He wilted into a tiny, pointy-petaled flower at the lupine's remark. The lake made delicate ripples as he moved towards the shore. By the time he landed he was on all fours, despite being in optime form, crawling towards the large one. Within a few feet he took a seat upon his built-in cushion and crossed both legs. He momentarily closed his eyes and dipped his head, "Calixte."

Then the air filled with a great sigh that rolled in and out like a troubled wave. Black eyes glittered with sunshine diamonds. "What do they call you, if not brother? Even the elements names you so," He whisked his paw through the air and a smile was glimpsed upon his thin lips. He looked at the "emptiness" around him as if a silent conversation passed betwixt him and it. He gave an affirming nod and a stolidly wistful look toward the canine.