Alright. This is some short drabble-thing that made me think about something a friend told me once. ;)
And now, I present to you…
The drabble.
I Believe That's Called Bestiality, Mate
The sun's rays beat down heavily upon the clear-cut grasslands below it. A steady wind stirred the area, and it was known by all that short but deadly whirlwinds could kick up in an instant. Mountains off in the distance gave the area a near-perfect sense of calmness, and try as they might, they never quite reached the sky. It was on this day that a brilliant white wolf with stunning blue eyes rolled around on the grass, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Next to her sat a man with long, golden hair and a flute in his hands playing a soft tune that drifted about the area.
Heartfelt sighs were carried by the wind, and songbirds perched themselves in trees around the grassland, their merry tunes giving life to the area. "Hey, ma cherie, you wanna--" But before the human male could finish his sentence, the wolf goddess shot him a deadly glare. From atop her head came a bouncing green Poncle wearing a small hat.
"Don't even think about it, bud," Issun hissed.
"I was just going to ask her if she wanted to have sex…" Waka muttered angrily.
"I believe that's called bestiality, you freaking sick wolf-shagging pervert."
Short, no? But, then again, that is the point of a drabble. ;)
Happy late Christmas present!
--Requiem for the Dream
December 26th, 2008