dear hunter

Vesper · 12-09-2011, 02:02 PM

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every memory that I hold

were all just scars in the making

Word Count → 321 :: So much to do, so little time. I want it to be winter break now. D: Oh and present!

Blind laughed again, once her mismatched eyes found the tawny woman’s ruffled body. Vesper scowled at being called a princess, but the playful expression did not last long when the warmth of the other’s close hovering reached her. She had to quash the urge to just grab the girl as her dark fingers plucked debris from her cropped mane, grab her and then she didn’t even know what the hell she’d do once Blind was in her arms again.

The few choice images hovering around in her head were banished with a swat to her lack of ass. Blue eyes grew wide and Vesper stared blankly after the dark auburn wolf as she ran off again, jaw hanging. Did she just— Oh, it didn’t even matter. She was going to pay.

The tawny coywolf sprinted after her giggling target, slipping up on some leaves and nearly braining herself on a low bough. She weaved through the foliage and could feel a thrill rushing through her. Heart beating ba-dump badumpbadump, she let up a howl for the hell of it. The dizzying affect her friend was having on her combined with the wild balance corrections was making her euphoric, and she almost forgot why she was running.

Once she did, though, she skidded to a halt then quietly rushed around in a small arc. While she wasn’t as quiet and graceful as in her birth form, she managed to be stealthy as she spied her prey slowing down. Her light tawny fur blending in with the trees, she crept around toward one trunk and paused there until Blind happened to pass by.

At which point Vesper sprang out with a growl, not sure if she’d be able to grab her and jerk her into a bear hug or if she’d miss and fall flat on her face. At least the fallen leaves courtesy of last autumn looked like a comfy enough landing.

Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!

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