Angel in the Rain
An astouning piece done by my lovely dhacktrix/Bellatrix https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dhacktrix please commission her, her art is beautiful.
A wonderful piece done of Jack Oggstrosse and his beloved Zoey after a romantic evening.
This calls for a story.
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Two souls strolled carefree through the park at night, their way illuminated by the soft helpful glow of the streetlights against the dark of the night, both reminiscing in the memory and feelings that had come only hours ago.
The young and smaller of the pair, a fair vixen of small build and average height, wearing a dark strapless dress, was energetic in her movements and motions, exclaiming her excitement and joy through not only her words but her actions.
The other; a taller, darker feline, a larger masculine build, donned in a long black trench coat, heavy boots and fedora hat. Barely did he emote, subtle were his emotions and reaction. His haunting red eyes glowing in the night.
One would barely think two contrasting individuals could work together as friends let alone lovers. And yet work they did.
The young vixen excitedly ran circles around the panther, who simply kept pace, his eyes lazily trailing her.
The duo came upon a bench, which gave the vixen pause, she took the panther by his hand and led him to it where the pair then sat down.
After a long deep sigh of pleasure, the female leaned back against the bench.
“Thank you so much again for tonight Jack.” She said with a large loving smile on her face.
“Once more, you’re welcome Zoey, it was my pleasure.” The panther replied, a deep English accented voice coming from his mouth.
“Oh gosh the food! The music! The dancing! Gosh, I still can’t believe you know how to dance Jack!” The vixen, Zoey, exclaimed excitedly with bewilderment.
The panther looked at her from the corner of his eye, the slightest of smiles tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And again my dear I shall say only this; I have a few, if rarely used, talents.”
The vixen leaned against him, taking comfort in his closeness and warmth.
“I’ve had such an amazing night, I don’t want it to end.” She muttered softly.
“All things come to an end Zoey,” he spoke softly as he turned to look at her. Their eyes met. “But it does not mean they cannot happen again.”
“I’d like that.” She whispered with a smile.
The pair sat together in relative silence; the vixen kept warm by the panther’s heat with her head resting upon his shoulder, with closed eyes. Suddenly her ears twitched as music started playing loudly.
“What’s that?” she asked suddenly her eyes opening.
“There is an orchestra playing further in the park, would you like to go?” he asked in reply.
“No need, I can hear them just fine here.” She smiled and started swaying to the sound. “It’s beautiful.”
“If you’re into that kind of thing.” He replied simply.
Zoey couldn’t help but laugh, “You say that about everything, literally everything.”
“It can’t be helped if it’s true.” He replied with an almost amused expression, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Pulled by the music, as if she were in a trance, the vixen rose from the bench, her body swaying and moving to the sound. She twirled and danced her heart out, her dress flowing along to her graceful movements enhancing the performance she put on for the panther. Whom only watched silently entranced by her.
She paused suddenly as water dripped onto her snout. She stood still, her head tilted up to the night sky, as suddenly a few drops of rain became more as the heavens opened and released their load.
But still the vixen stood there in her dress, her arms opened wide accepting the soaking with all her heart. She smiled. She laughed. She looked to her partner, unsurprised to see steam literally forming off his body. He didn’t like getting wet.
She continued her performance, the orchestra continuing despite the change of weather.
He smiled, more on the inside than what he emoted. The woman before him was beautiful inside and out, and filled with such lively exuberance. She loved life despite how hard it had been on her, and here she was now, dancing her heart out in the rain. Despite he himself being engulfed in light, she would always be his light, his redemption, a second chance at happiness. The vixen turned towards him, her hand extending towards him a silent offer to join her, despite himself he reached out for her hand. How could he deny her? His angel in the rain.
A wonderful piece done of Jack Oggstrosse and his beloved Zoey after a romantic evening.
This calls for a story.
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Two souls strolled carefree through the park at night, their way illuminated by the soft helpful glow of the streetlights against the dark of the night, both reminiscing in the memory and feelings that had come only hours ago.
The young and smaller of the pair, a fair vixen of small build and average height, wearing a dark strapless dress, was energetic in her movements and motions, exclaiming her excitement and joy through not only her words but her actions.
The other; a taller, darker feline, a larger masculine build, donned in a long black trench coat, heavy boots and fedora hat. Barely did he emote, subtle were his emotions and reaction. His haunting red eyes glowing in the night.
One would barely think two contrasting individuals could work together as friends let alone lovers. And yet work they did.
The young vixen excitedly ran circles around the panther, who simply kept pace, his eyes lazily trailing her.
The duo came upon a bench, which gave the vixen pause, she took the panther by his hand and led him to it where the pair then sat down.
After a long deep sigh of pleasure, the female leaned back against the bench.
“Thank you so much again for tonight Jack.” She said with a large loving smile on her face.
“Once more, you’re welcome Zoey, it was my pleasure.” The panther replied, a deep English accented voice coming from his mouth.
“Oh gosh the food! The music! The dancing! Gosh, I still can’t believe you know how to dance Jack!” The vixen, Zoey, exclaimed excitedly with bewilderment.
The panther looked at her from the corner of his eye, the slightest of smiles tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And again my dear I shall say only this; I have a few, if rarely used, talents.”
The vixen leaned against him, taking comfort in his closeness and warmth.
“I’ve had such an amazing night, I don’t want it to end.” She muttered softly.
“All things come to an end Zoey,” he spoke softly as he turned to look at her. Their eyes met. “But it does not mean they cannot happen again.”
“I’d like that.” She whispered with a smile.
The pair sat together in relative silence; the vixen kept warm by the panther’s heat with her head resting upon his shoulder, with closed eyes. Suddenly her ears twitched as music started playing loudly.
“What’s that?” she asked suddenly her eyes opening.
“There is an orchestra playing further in the park, would you like to go?” he asked in reply.
“No need, I can hear them just fine here.” She smiled and started swaying to the sound. “It’s beautiful.”
“If you’re into that kind of thing.” He replied simply.
Zoey couldn’t help but laugh, “You say that about everything, literally everything.”
“It can’t be helped if it’s true.” He replied with an almost amused expression, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Pulled by the music, as if she were in a trance, the vixen rose from the bench, her body swaying and moving to the sound. She twirled and danced her heart out, her dress flowing along to her graceful movements enhancing the performance she put on for the panther. Whom only watched silently entranced by her.
She paused suddenly as water dripped onto her snout. She stood still, her head tilted up to the night sky, as suddenly a few drops of rain became more as the heavens opened and released their load.
But still the vixen stood there in her dress, her arms opened wide accepting the soaking with all her heart. She smiled. She laughed. She looked to her partner, unsurprised to see steam literally forming off his body. He didn’t like getting wet.
She continued her performance, the orchestra continuing despite the change of weather.
He smiled, more on the inside than what he emoted. The woman before him was beautiful inside and out, and filled with such lively exuberance. She loved life despite how hard it had been on her, and here she was now, dancing her heart out in the rain. Despite he himself being engulfed in light, she would always be his light, his redemption, a second chance at happiness. The vixen turned towards him, her hand extending towards him a silent offer to join her, despite himself he reached out for her hand. How could he deny her? His angel in the rain.
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