Spring In the Fields {Open--☺

[wolfy]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; padding: 10px; float: left;][STYLE=background-color: #efefef; padding: 10px; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify;] Emerald grasses danced in the slight breeze that grazed lightly on it's fauna, thoroughly enjoying the way the grasses celebrated on such a beautiful morning. Indeed, the sky was a bright cerulean with just a few cotton-candy clouds to accent it's glowing beauty. With a gaping yawn, Jenevieve placed both of her striped legs before her, spreading out her cyan-padded toes and settling herself on the delicious jade blades. As she sat her rump on the tickling grass, she shifted about her shoulders. The mass of feathers that were held at her sides felt stiff and heavy. In a swift yet not ungraceful movement, they spread out to form wings that span about her length from nose to tail-tip, their gold-and-cyan underbellies revealed in the bright sunlight. Her wings folded, unfolded, and flapped a couple times before they felt nice and relaxed once more against her sides. Stretching out furthermore, she placed her chin on her outstretched legs, staring off as a mare in the distance settled down for a birthing. From here, Jenevieve could hear the mare's shallow breathing, and see her rounded stomach nearly pulsing in labor. Life was such a beautiful thing. With a slight grunt, Jenevieve rolled onto her side and began to bask. Closing her cyan eyes, she nearly began to dream in the spring sun. Truly a most beautiful thing. [/style][/style][STYLE=float: right; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); margin: 10px; padding: 10px; width: 160px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px;][STYLE=background-color: #efefef; opacity: 0.7;][STYLE=font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 25px; color: #494949; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px;]Jenevieve[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/8Wajz.png); margin: 5px; padding: 5px; height: 50px; width: 60px;][STYLE=opacity: 0.7;][/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]TAGS N/A WORDS idk~ NOTES Meh. Short.[/style][/style][/style][STYLE=float: right; margin-right: 17px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; width: 165px;]TEMPLATE BY JETPLANE OF BTN[/style]

[oatmeal]

Pulpit liked this place. The grass was green and tender, new and soft. It felt so good under his paws that he just started running. He was the hyper puppy of the wolves that occupied Sermon's body. They shared his eyes, his ears, his feet, and his long, prehensile tail, but none of them were aware of what the other did during the moments when they took control. Pit moved with the uncertain and clumsy steps of any young animal. When he ran, his feet were all over the place, but his sheer enjoyment was the only thing that made him quicker on his feet than steady Sermon.

His paws pounded the grass, kicking up a few blades here and there, chilly on his pads. He didn’t' care how he got here or why. He was a wolf that lived in the moment simply because he didn't yet possess the mental capacity to really enjoy any other time. He saw the short term consequences and the short term consequence to his mad sprinting was that he would feel free, almost as if he were flying. Pit shut his eyes, smiled a little, running against the wind. He passed pregnant mares and new foals as well as a couple of ornery stallions that seemed to just be less than amused with the puppyish wolf.

However, his running was stopped abruptly when his feet became clumsy, hitting something, and rolling in the grass, a wolf once at a breakneck dash and now in a collision. He had tripped over a winged wolf named Jenevieve, but right now, he was more preoccupied with the fact that he pretty much landed on his chin and slid a small distance on it. He whined in between harsh breaths, as he was winded and had yet to recover. His eyes watered from the pain. It took only a few stunned seconds before the large, drab colored male broke into crying.

It was quite a sight, to see a grown wolf cry, especially in sharp, braying, shameless sobs.

[wolfy]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); width: 300px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; padding: 10px; float: left;][STYLE=background-color: #efefef; padding: 10px; color: #494949; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify;] Now, so to speak, a wolf crying was something odd in a sight after being injured just the slightest. After being injured the most, even! Jen herself had never really seen a wolf cry unless in complete and utter inner turmoil within itself. And even then, that was only once with a tiny pup who had lost it's mother's scent! Poor dear, tsk tsk. Saw that juicy little squirrel and just pounced right along without a thought in the world. Lucky Jenevieve had seen him, otherwise that owl that was peering down at him. If Jenevieve had been the slightest bit late, well, he would have been owl pellets. Now the reason Jen even thought of such a subject was, after a swift hit to the gut, she found herself not only tipped onto her side but craning her neck at a wolf not too far away, bawling as if he was, well, a pup who lost his mother's scent. It took her a few seconds of dizzy thoughts before Jen could understand the situation, her fuzzy sight and mind focusing once more. With wavering paws, she stood. Her rib cage was surely bruised and her left wing held limply at her side, yet she stepped forward, setting aside her sore bones and bruised muscles in an attempt to hurry up and soothe the poor fellow. "Are you alright, dear? She asked in a light and feminine voice, filled with youth and care, "Now now, hush. No more of that snifflin'. You're fine, it's all okay! See?" She lifted up her wings to form some sort of circle, showing good form and shape, yet her left seemed oddly bent out of whack while the other's feathers were ruffled a tad too much. A slight huff of a grunt escaped Jenevieve's nostrils as she flapped the neon wings in aggravation, folding them once again at her sides. "N-nevermind that... ouch."

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[oatmeal]

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Pulpit sniffled to himself, and his green eyes looked shrink-wrapped with tears, shiny. His sight was hazy from his crying. He had a small bruise on his chin that hurt whenever he pressed it against the ground. However, Pit was feeling a little better, though a bit embarrassed for himself. He wiped his eyes with the tip of his tail.

'Are you alright, dear?'

"Who're you!?" His green eyes widened and he startled a little at the sound of the female's voice. He turned his head to face her, his ears low and pinned back. His expression was sweet and simple, but he let his sobs linger for a little while longer in the way the children do when folks take notice. Attention was always welcome.

Then, Jenevieve shushed him and showed him that she hadn't been hurt by his recklessness. Only, her wings were bent and her face revealed that she found it painful to straighten and bend her wings. She folded her wings and admitted that, yes, she was hurting. Pulpit, the little child that he was, wasn't really paying attention to how hurt she was, but simply that she was hurt. Her silvery coat and neon colors were attractive to him in the same way that a silly piece of yarn or a feather might be.

"I hurt myself too!" he exclaimed in a voice that had a childlike quality in the way it was presented. He spoke slow and with an innocent tone. He walked up to her, his eyes full of wonder and light. He tilted his head up to show his chin to her. His words were a bit thick and his vocabulary narrow. "Do you see it? Do you?"

Pit tilted his head down so that he looked at her with soulful green eyes, peering through his brow with his nose pointing to the ground. "It's an owwie." He said with a nod and in the explanatory way that a child might. His tail wagged clumsily, too long for the wolf that was, mentally, nothing more than a little puppy.

I like cute puppies. Too bad Pulpit looks like a grown wolf, LOL. It's... awkward.