04-27-2009, 03:05 AM
Yay! my thread is no longer lonely!
The high pitched squeaks from overhead gave warning to the woman before the paws behind her did. The scent of the boy blew towards her in a burst as she finished reeling the line back in, pausing a moment as she listened to the steps of the male as he approached. When they stopped she cast the line out once more and felt the current of the bay pulling at the line. She turned her head slightly to the side, catching sight of the creamy hued boy with the dark hair and ear, the moonlight gave the highlights of his fur a ghoulish appearance but nothing about the boy really frightened the midnight lady.
She watched him quietly while she idly reeled in the fishing line, the words he'd softly spoken not unheard, the woman was just taking her time trying to figure out what the male might want with her. She paused, stopping the constant slow tug on the line to take a drag at the bottle of rum. Letting the bottle plop back down beside her she went back to watching his quietly. Finally she gave up trying to come up with any logical explanation as she asked. "Zee feesh?" She was fishing, maybe he wanted to as well. They were standing on a dock, of course it was the middle of the night and normally folks didn't sit out on a dock at midnight casting a line, but they probably would if they were drinking rum!
The high pitched squeaks from overhead gave warning to the woman before the paws behind her did. The scent of the boy blew towards her in a burst as she finished reeling the line back in, pausing a moment as she listened to the steps of the male as he approached. When they stopped she cast the line out once more and felt the current of the bay pulling at the line. She turned her head slightly to the side, catching sight of the creamy hued boy with the dark hair and ear, the moonlight gave the highlights of his fur a ghoulish appearance but nothing about the boy really frightened the midnight lady.
She watched him quietly while she idly reeled in the fishing line, the words he'd softly spoken not unheard, the woman was just taking her time trying to figure out what the male might want with her. She paused, stopping the constant slow tug on the line to take a drag at the bottle of rum. Letting the bottle plop back down beside her she went back to watching his quietly. Finally she gave up trying to come up with any logical explanation as she asked. "Zee feesh?" She was fishing, maybe he wanted to as well. They were standing on a dock, of course it was the middle of the night and normally folks didn't sit out on a dock at midnight casting a line, but they probably would if they were drinking rum!