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A rich, alto voice raised in song drifted into Dorothy's consciousness as she awoke to find herself back in her hammock once more, nestled in the enveloping canvas and soft cotton of her blanket. Slashes of light filtered into the warm darkness through slats in the windows, filling the room with a sweet, golden haze. The tabby rubbed her eyes and stretched a leg down to the woven reeds on the floor, pulling the blanket off with her and wrapping it around herself as she padded softly across the floor to the doorway of the hut. She stepped down the wooden steps and into the cool sand, walking cautiously around the side of the hut with ears perked.
The feline stopped as she rounded the corner of the hut at the sight of Huakela, standing on the crest of a dune facing to the east as fresh light from the first rays of the sun washed over her, turning the charcoal grey of her pelt a deep, dusky brown as her rosettes played across her svelte curves like a field of flowers, their bottomless black matched by the luster of her flowing hair. She held her hands high in welcome, her sinuous body and tail swaying to the rhythm of her song as the sea winds played at the bit of gleaming, gold and white native patterned cloth knotted at her hip.
As Dorothy listened, she heard other voices rising on the wind, singing the same song in a harmony so sweet she felt tears starting in her eyes. She became aware of a presence at her side, and turned to see Jane Early standing beside her, hands on her hips, eyes closed, and ears raised as if she were drinking in the music, her taut, tan furred body made golden in the sunrise. The feline blushed slightly when she realized her cohort had probably just climbed out of bed as she had, but had neglected to bring anything to wrap around herself.
The rabbit doe breathed in deeply through her nose and let it out in a sigh, speaking softly to her feline companion. "Mmmm. That's even' purtier than the one they sang last night."
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warren.
A rich, alto voice raised in song drifted into Dorothy's consciousness as she awoke to find herself back in her hammock once more, nestled in the enveloping canvas and soft cotton of her blanket. Slashes of light filtered into the warm darkness through slats in the windows, filling the room with a sweet, golden haze. The tabby rubbed her eyes and stretched a leg down to the woven reeds on the floor, pulling the blanket off with her and wrapping it around herself as she padded softly across the floor to the doorway of the hut. She stepped down the wooden steps and into the cool sand, walking cautiously around the side of the hut with ears perked.
The feline stopped as she rounded the corner of the hut at the sight of Huakela, standing on the crest of a dune facing to the east as fresh light from the first rays of the sun washed over her, turning the charcoal grey of her pelt a deep, dusky brown as her rosettes played across her svelte curves like a field of flowers, their bottomless black matched by the luster of her flowing hair. She held her hands high in welcome, her sinuous body and tail swaying to the rhythm of her song as the sea winds played at the bit of gleaming, gold and white native patterned cloth knotted at her hip.
As Dorothy listened, she heard other voices rising on the wind, singing the same song in a harmony so sweet she felt tears starting in her eyes. She became aware of a presence at her side, and turned to see Jane Early standing beside her, hands on her hips, eyes closed, and ears raised as if she were drinking in the music, her taut, tan furred body made golden in the sunrise. The feline blushed slightly when she realized her cohort had probably just climbed out of bed as she had, but had neglected to bring anything to wrap around herself.
The rabbit doe breathed in deeply through her nose and let it out in a sigh, speaking softly to her feline companion. "Mmmm. That's even' purtier than the one they sang last night."
Story and art ©
warren.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Leopard
Size 375 x 800px
File Size 50.4 kB
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