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Minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Years...?
Mizu tried to remember how long she'd been traveling with this curious fellow.
Oh. Right.
Just a couple of hours.
But it felt like a lifetime!
She felt him leading her across the dance floor in the neon-lit night club, a live band consisting of a bear singing, a wolfess playing a keytar, a hen playing a guitar and a gator on bass all playing a surprisingly smooth rock ballad.
They seemed curiously familiar, but Mizu couldn't put a finger on it!
"What are we doing here...?" She asked.
He grinned, eyes wide and intense and they hadn't lost that tint since he sniffed her tail on her way back home. "It's called 'dancing', my dear. A fluid motion set in time to the music, though one can dance even without music! One should dance as if nobody is watching... even if someone iiiis." He trilled, practically hissing the last word.
"I-I've never danced like this before..." She admitted, letting him lead and indeed, having not the foggiest idea what she was doing and trusting his direction.
"You HAVEN'T?!" He exclaimed, eyes wide in exaggerated astonishment. "My goodness, you're a natural! You see... if you don't on some level know what you're doing, you'd be stepping on my feet, stumbling, goodness forbid: a wardrobe malfunction even! Yet you are dancing as if you already know well and how." He replied with a wink.
"B-But... I swear I haven't..." She affirmed, unable to look away, her tail anxiously flicking, though less with every sway of her hips to the music.
"You would be utterly... astonished... what you can do if you abandon the concept of 'I can't do it'. Doubts are self-imposed limits and while you yourself probably can't lift a car over your head... you don't know for sure that you can't until you try. And then it becomes reality rather than a hypothetical." Wilford said with a wink.
"I guess I understand..." Mizu murmured, though in truth it took some time to wrap her head around it.
"It's okay if you don't. You're trying to figure out words, and words are poor teachers indeed! I prefer... experience." He trilled, nose to nose with her.
"So... if I wanted to go home I just could?" She asked, a brow arching.
Wilford smirked.
"But you don't want to go home yet, do you?"
No.
No she did not...
--Written by the eloquent
zucca
Revisited this doodle from last week. Wanted some practice colouring smaller images to better buttons made in the future. The penny I added for scale~
Mizu tried to remember how long she'd been traveling with this curious fellow.
Oh. Right.
Just a couple of hours.
But it felt like a lifetime!
She felt him leading her across the dance floor in the neon-lit night club, a live band consisting of a bear singing, a wolfess playing a keytar, a hen playing a guitar and a gator on bass all playing a surprisingly smooth rock ballad.
They seemed curiously familiar, but Mizu couldn't put a finger on it!
"What are we doing here...?" She asked.
He grinned, eyes wide and intense and they hadn't lost that tint since he sniffed her tail on her way back home. "It's called 'dancing', my dear. A fluid motion set in time to the music, though one can dance even without music! One should dance as if nobody is watching... even if someone iiiis." He trilled, practically hissing the last word.
"I-I've never danced like this before..." She admitted, letting him lead and indeed, having not the foggiest idea what she was doing and trusting his direction.
"You HAVEN'T?!" He exclaimed, eyes wide in exaggerated astonishment. "My goodness, you're a natural! You see... if you don't on some level know what you're doing, you'd be stepping on my feet, stumbling, goodness forbid: a wardrobe malfunction even! Yet you are dancing as if you already know well and how." He replied with a wink.
"B-But... I swear I haven't..." She affirmed, unable to look away, her tail anxiously flicking, though less with every sway of her hips to the music.
"You would be utterly... astonished... what you can do if you abandon the concept of 'I can't do it'. Doubts are self-imposed limits and while you yourself probably can't lift a car over your head... you don't know for sure that you can't until you try. And then it becomes reality rather than a hypothetical." Wilford said with a wink.
"I guess I understand..." Mizu murmured, though in truth it took some time to wrap her head around it.
"It's okay if you don't. You're trying to figure out words, and words are poor teachers indeed! I prefer... experience." He trilled, nose to nose with her.
"So... if I wanted to go home I just could?" She asked, a brow arching.
Wilford smirked.
"But you don't want to go home yet, do you?"
No.
No she did not...
--Written by the eloquent
zuccaRevisited this doodle from last week. Wanted some practice colouring smaller images to better buttons made in the future. The penny I added for scale~
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 2786 x 3166px
File Size 1.52 MB
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