Unheard of intentions (Closed)

[zelda324]

A simple breeze blew across the flowering beds of the Garden. Sleeking along the ground was a rather colorful creature, one so cunning yet so hateful towards males that it seemed unheard of. The Six of Hearts female's jaw opened wide, yawning before sniffing the air. The air was filled with the beautiful scents of flowers. "Oh how lovely it is today. A nice breeze to spread the scent of flowers around, and not a single male in sight." Her intense hatred and belief towards males had a tendency to scare others who listened to her thoughts. "Oh well." She thought to herself knowing that she scared a few with her thoughts. Amaryl knew she had not a single friend, but didn't mind it. For she enjoyed her time alone.

The large fox like tail flickered up in the air as she heard a sound off in the distance. Though she couldn't make out exactly what it was yet. The pink hairs upon her neck stood up on end as she lowered herself to the ground as far as possible. The fox hide close to the flower bed, so she blended in fairly well. Her ears perked up just waiting to see who would be off in the distances.

[Ry]

The distant noise resolved into the mouse, Souris. Yellow, with lilac and white points, and ears that folded backward, her coloring was as distinctive in the Yarrow Gardens as her neutrality towards males, and gave her a certain coquetterie.

Soft curves competed with awkward hinds against ungainly tail, winning out with the ears. Folded back and unable to stand up straight, the ears lent her a delicate vulnerability that she emphasised through the simple dint of tucking in her fores close against her body when she was still.

A illusion that her scampering ruined. In motion she was graceful, but her movement conferred a certain power that belied vulnerability, and revealed her inner strength, which said,'Yarrow Garden' more clearly than her interaction with the males did, for she certainly didn't treat the males as blasphemy, although her background and upbringing did tell sometimes.

She slowed as she approached the flowerbed, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty and the potential in each flower, lowering her face to drink in the smells and scents. Buttercup, compete with the iris and foxglove in the fight against the Belladonna, hiding from the direct sunlight beneath the others, and...a fox?

She blinked, her mind bulking at the sudden intrusion. A fox among the flowers made no sense. No more than her mind allowed her to put two and two together. What was a fox doing among the flowers? She wondered.