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Fennore | Sunflower Sunsets

POSTED: Sun Apr 21, 2019 8:15 pm

The sun was pleasant and warm against Thị Ánh’s face, the warmth only growing with each drag from her pipe. The smoke filled her lungs with a familiar haze, her head growing heavier and heavier until she felt like she was part of the earth itself. She leaned back into the grass and wildflowers, smiling as the light spring breeze combed through her silk and fur.

What a beautiful day.

Nhím was grazing nearby, her saddle bags removed and repurposed as Thị Ánh’s pillow. Mitra rested on the dingo’s chest, perfectly content to munch on leaves and soak up the sunlight. Maybe later she’d lead her friends down to a river to play, but for now, they seemed happy to join her in her respite. Fine by her.

Macha.”

Now, Thị Ánh might’ve been high, but that voice was way too clear to be a hallucination. Her brow furrowed, head lolling towards the sound. Two large, jade green eyes met her own. The dingo’s smile grew toothy and wide— they looked just like her earrings!

What a pretty thing you are, mèo con, she giggled. And you speak too! Smart thing…

She groggily shifted her gaze to Mitra.

You don’t speak… just blink and eat…

She giggled again, tapping a wobbly finger on his head. When he grunted in protest, she flopped over to place him on the ground.

Why don’t you teach him some manners, Macha? That’s your name, hm?

Her tone was playful, her tongue loosened under all the smoke and sunlight. She took another drag, flicking her gaze towards the strange cat. She exhaled slow and deliberate towards the sky, watching the smoke spread in a pleasant fog. She sighed, propping herself up on her elbow and extending a hand towards the creature

You could sit with us if you’d like. Lots of sun to go around.

310 words. thi anh…. baby….. there are better ways to smoke weed than with a tobacco pipe…..

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POSTED: Sun Apr 21, 2019 10:53 pm


Macha was rather slippery, she was fully aware of that. But the feline only usually left her side when they were among the familiar buildings of Amherst; when they ventured further out, she was less likely to stray from the wolfess, more prone to exploring alongside her. However, such was not the case this pleasant April day; perhaps Macha was simply indulging in the warm spring air, finally (or hopefully) free from the brutal winters.

Nonetheless, Fennore wasn't overly worried about her new friend, but she was curious. The cat was quite independent, despite how often she would pine for the woman's attention -- and food. Surely she wasn't far. "Macha," she called, her voice not sharp but it quite clearly carried a far ways away. She was loosely following the cat's distinct scent, eventually arriving to a field reminiscent of the one she had met Tamlin in days prior. And there she saw a strange sight; a horse grazing, a figured sprawled out among the flowers, and, of course, there was Macha, sitting and smiling at her as she approached. Aside from her cat's familiar scent, there was another, stronger, weirder one coming from the stranger, one Fennore hadn't encountered and... it was decidedly dank. Did they just smell like that? It was quite odd.

She stopped short of the other canine, eyeing their turtle curiously as Macha mewed at her friend. "Fennore," the cat said simply, and the woman in question sighed.

"Yes, hello, Macha," she replied, her hand on her hip as she peered at the stranger with interest. A man with many adornments and beautifully long, pale hair. And the turtle, naturally. How quaint. "She's marvelous company, isn't she?" She couldn't but grimace as the scent became stronger when she closed the distance, but she kept her wits about her. It still hadn't hit her that the stranger's pipe was what was producing this smell, having never encountered such a substance before.

wOW this is indeed something [336]


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POSTED: Tue May 07, 2019 9:51 pm

The cat was talking again— a word she didn’t know— and now there was a woman too. For some reason, Thị Ánh thought this was hilarious. She giggled stupidly, rolling over onto her stomach in clumsy, sloppy movements. Mitra slid off and fell on his back, little legs flailing up at the sky.

Well I’ll be. First a cat, now a wolf. Aren’t we popular, Mitra?

She shifted her gaze from the stranger over to Mitra, still flailing. She snorted, picking him up in one hand and placing him upright. She rolled her eyes—red and dry—and stood up on wobbly legs. Well… tried to stand. One foot caught on the other and in a moment she was stumbling forward, only just catching herself before she fell onto the woman.

Ah… forgive me, love.

She peered up at the wolf with a knowing look, gesturing with her pipe.

You know how this stuff is.

Ignoring everything she just said, she lifted the pipe to take another long pull, letting it settle deep in her lungs. She eyed the stranger as she did, letting her eyes wander up her decidedly very attractive figure. Jesus— where were all these hot luperci coming from and why hadn’t she met them before?

She exhaled long and slow, letting the smoke darken the air around them. She smirked, stalking towards the wolf with a somewhat clumsy, but still seductive gait. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and dark, her hips cocked playfully to the side. She just hoped her dress didn’t have any grass stains on it. She had to work really hard to push down the laughter at that one.

I’m Ánh Thi Linh.

She reached out to grab the woman’s hand, slowly leaning down to kiss the back of it. She kept her eyes locked on the stranger's, making sure she watched every move. She pulled back with a smirk, moving her hand to rest playfully on her hip.

It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss. Might I ask your name?

If the dingo wasn’t so high she would’ve picked up on how young the wolfess was. Alas, Thị Ánh was blazed to all hell, and the only thing her two brain cells could process was 'pretty girl'.

372 words. Anh, you DOG 2: Electric Boogaloo

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POSTED: Wed May 08, 2019 12:12 am


Dazed, confused, but pretty green eyes rolled over to her, and the stranger inelegantly scrambled to his feet. ... Or her feet? ... She would stick with their feet for now. They spoke with a falsetto tone, and their movements and aura were decisively feminine. Fennore's puzzlement did not show in her face, but this confusion was soon forfeited as the creamy-pelted canine almost stumbled into her; the white wolf abruptly stepped back, her fur standing on its end as she regarded them warily, brows furrowing in slight agitation, but she remained quiet. Only then did she notice pipe the dingo took a long drag from, and everything seemed to settle into place now. Her eyes narrowed. What was that, though? Alcohol was a liquid, not a smokable substance, but tobacco typically didn't produce results like these.

She felt the stranger's eyes scan her figure, though this was the one thing she felt oddly comfortable with. Until they drew closer, at which Fennore was ready to step back once more, but she — in either a lapse of judgement or out of morbid curiosity — allowed them to take her paw into theirs, gifting her with a peck and a herb-laden name. Had she felt more girlish and less baffled, she might have blushed at this sultry gesture.

The name sounded just as foreign as the unknown plant in the pipe. The Celtic woman was motionless and silent, analyzing the situation with less promptness than usual. It was one of the few times she felt awkward, but she was far too proud to let that on, lest this Ánh Thi Linh take advantage of it.

Nearby, Macha pawed playfully at Mitra, causing the poor creature to retreat into his shell.

"... I am Fennore." Her voice did not falter despite her initial discomfort, surprisingly. Usually she reveled in other's attention, but the fact they were inebriated put a bit of a damper on the usual rush. For once, she was in completely new territory. "What is that you're smoking, Ánh Thi Linh?" It was an innocent enough question, though there was some bite to it; she wasn't coming off as necessarily condescending, but more... chiding?

Her arms snaked around her chest tightly, though she still stood tall. Would it be rude to ask their gender? It seemed rather blunt. Or would it be? She had no idea. They were pretty for a male, if that was what they were going for. Or was he — no, were they trying to pass as female? She had many questions but felt weird asking for answers.

-wheeze- fennore is baby and does not know what to do [435]


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