[PRP] Yette x Taft

[Tara de Draiocht]

 

[Tara de Draiocht]

Yette had just woken up early to do usual routine which consisted of meditation and relaxing her muscles. Man, it was good to be alive and well, she thought to herself as she blinked sleepily while looking around her home which was located close to the border lands. Yawning quietly she thought of what she had planned for the day. Scouting the area or possibly going for a walk near the border lands seemed like a good plan to do. That thought in mind she began her way out of her home and wandered towards some plants that looked appetizing. Just to tide herself over before actually hunting for something. She hadn't been out long before neighbours began chatting with those around her.

Taft was miserable. It all started with running into this horrid little creature that almost killed him by plugging up his nose with an awful scent, then that was quickly followed by being distracted--startled-- by something he heard miles away, and then ended with him sneezing his muzzle off by a field of flowers he had to walk through in order to get to the watering hole as he was thirsty. He missed his swamp. Now he currently found himself in an area he had never been to before and he was getting antsy about it.

Yette had finally left the others letting them finish the rest of their food. It was time to find some of her own. She couldn’t have picked a better day to wander around, not to hot and not to cold. It was perfect. Yette took a deep breath in and out enjoying herself immensely… though a dark thought crossed her mind. Enjoying it with someone else would be even better than being alone. She shook that thought off as she still had plenty of time to find the 'one'. Singing softly as she walked with skip in her step she tried to shake off the gloomy thoughts. No point worrying or feeling sad about it! Eventually the right one would come along. All she had to do was be patient and wait for him to come.

Taft sneezed and rubbed his paw along his nose while looking around wearily. It was often said that if one were to sneeze then someone was talking about another therefore causing the sneeze. He froze when an unknown noise broke him from his thoughts. He took a deep sniff. A female was… talking to herself? He blinked and crept closer to see what was going on. Normally he wouldn’t have bothered but… something about her voice called to him, as corny as that sounded. A pretty little wild dog was—blink—digging? No wait stuck in a mud puddle and some of the things she were saying… He laughed. Boy was she sassy and some of the things she said were a physical impossibility. “You need some help there?”

Everything had been going fine. She had moped around for a bit before deciding enough was enough and that she needed to get away from depressing thoughts. What better way than to venture out for a walk to clear one’s head? Pffft. Bunch of malarkey that had turned out to be and now she found herself caught in a dirty, wet, and deep hole in the ground. “URGH!” As immature as it was Yette flailed around and cursed for a few minutes… hey she had been allowed it was a shitty way to end to the day. She was about to open her mouth to let out a distressed howl to alert her family or members around her current home could hear her when a chuckle made her stop almost choking on her tongue in fright. “Wow.” The words had slipped out before she could stop them. A handsome green wild dog was in front of her and did she mention he was handsome? “Why hello there fella!” She spoke as cheerfully as she could for someone stuck in a giant mud puddle. “Think you can help a fellow wild dog out? I seem to be stuck and… I can’t get out.”

She sure did have a lot of guts asking him to help her out, he gave her that. Most that saw him either froze in horror or ran away from the danger that was him. And that thought right there, he knew, reinforced what he knew about himself: cocky and proud. His scowl tended to project a fierce image. He tilted his head before being a smart a** saying, “You seem to be handling things just fine.” A look of sadness crossed his face and to his horror… were those melty-doggy-tear-eyes? Baw. “Alright, alright I’ll help you.” He said before muttering. “Damn you and your tears.” He looked around for a large stick or vine he could use to pull her out.

Yette sighed with relief that the male wasn’t going to leave her here to rot. “Yette.” She watched with amusement as he turned back to look at her questioningly. “It’s my name. Just thought you should know it.” She watched as he nodded in understanding before he went back to looking around. She waited for him to return a name of his own. And waited. “Wai-wait! Where are you going?!” Yette watched as her would be hero started to wander off.
“Great.” She mumbled when no reply was received. She shivered as the mud wasn’t exactly warm and sighed happily as well as with relief when he came back with a vine. “Oh I see what you are going to do! Great idea swamp!”

He semi-tuned out the non-stop chatter of Yette and what kinda name was that? Sounded like a monsters name. He shook his head in order to focus on the matter at hand. Sharp lime eyes widen at his luck. He spotted the vine a few feet away and wandered out of sight. He tested the strength before cutting it with his claws and carried it with his teeth towards the wild dog. “My name is Taft not ‘big guy’ femmie.” He spoke with an accented voice once his mouth was empty. Taft wrinkled his nose with distaste at being called ‘mons’ not understanding what she meant by that. “Why mons chere?”

“Oh sorry about that Taft,” Her tail sort of drooped a little before perking up, it would be a challenge but she would try to make friends with this prickly fellow. Maybe he just needed a friend or someone he could count on and she was nothing but devoted! “I’m Yette silly not ‘femmie’,” she paused trying to pronounce the next word carefully. “-or ‘chere’...”

“Alright… cher- Yette. I’m going to pull at the count of three.” Taft spoke after he had tossed the vine at her gently within reach of her muzzle. Leaning down Taft picked up the vine with his mouth, before muffling out numbers, “One…two…three!” Than yanked with all his might, muscles bunching at the strain. “There we go.” He let out a laughing gasp and patted the muddy Yette on her shoulder. “That wasn’t too bad.” What an odd way to meet someone and unwittingly a genuine smile wouldn’t leave his usually cocky face.

END.