Doesn't the sun feel so lovely? || Olalla

[Casphian]

You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part

Clove was settled outside of her home, sprawled out across her side and soaking up the sun's rays. Her eyes were closed shut, a soft hum slipping past her muzzle as she happily rested in the warmth of the sun. Her tails lazily flicked behind her, an ear flicking every now and again and swiveling to take in the sounds around her but not truly paying much attention to them. A paw reached out and stretched, claws unsheathing for a moment and digging at the ground before being swiftly hidden once more.
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You'll never takes us alive!

teef

[Olalla]

Olalla G. Semenov

Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot

The behemoth of a creature, excelling in size and towering over everyone but the dragons themselves, meandered around the busy plaza, smelling the sweetness of cooking foods, the odor of the grouse and chicken, the wild scents of the jungle drifting inward upon hot, dry winds. It was calming, if nothing else. It brought peace of mind, the sight of the bustling plaza square and the busy hands at work. Creating, building, making, and over again.

As he ambled across sandstone, he came to the edge of the plaza where the housing district was, mostly. Olalla weaved between the few, thin trees that dared grow here before spotting Clove, not that he had any trouble in doing so; she stuck out like a sore thumb. Well, considering her colour, more of a bloody, bruised thumb. The beast's nose twitched as he watched her for a moment or two, bathing in the warmth of the sun. Olalla began to pad over, snorting softly; letting his presence be known. The behemoth plopped himself down lazily, resting beside the feline. In truth, he enjoyed sunbathing, and he enjoyed the presence of others who loved to sunbathe - while sunbathing.

He rolled over slightly, resting the elbow of his arm upon Clove's shoulder with a groan as he laid upon his back, stretching out with pops and cracks of his joints. It wasn't old age that caused these cracks, but he had been feeling a bit under the weather recently. Olalla huffed; nostrils flaring as he craned his head to look at the feline. "Clove," the beast said, rolling back over onto his size. "May I ask you something? Some advice?"

#psychosocial.

[Casphian]

You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part

Clove had not been expecting anyone to come join her in the act of sunbathing, much less for Olalla to come join. Though she supposed it shouldn’t of been all that surprising that he did. Luckily for him she was in a good mood today so the feline didn’t quite mind the company, for now at least.

And we’re flicked as she listened to him draw closer, letting out a soft snort to give away his presence. Clove blinked open a single eye, peering over at Olalla as he settled down. It was at that moment the other rolled over and right on top of them, drawing out a soft groan of displeasure. They lifted up a paw and better at his head, huffing with slight annoyance but making no move to roll out from under him. “What can I do for ya?”
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You'll never takes us alive!

teef