I'm sorry, but since when do rabbits sneeze?, Windsong having one of her moments.

[Wind-song]

No way.

So yeah, here i am, sitting on this rather uncomfortable rock. A very excited rabbit was nose to nose with me. It was practically going cross eyed as it tried to focus on me. I, at this moment was gently growling to myself, expecting the stupid animal to get the message and run as fast as its little legs could carry it. Obvously, it had other ideas. Intently, the bunny was sucking my nose, strange, but yeah. Whatever floats your boat, i always say.

This rabbit was now scaring me.

It was having a pathetic little coughing fit infront of my eyes. I couldn't stop the laughter erupting from me like a volcano. I tittered as the poor skinny thing choked on some of my snot or whatever. It looked straight at me, flicked some dirt in my face and couldn't resist running up to me and coughing in it aswell.

'You effing, pathetic, effing, stupid, deranged cockroach!' I spat before losing intrest and falling asleep.

[Daymin]

The grey muzzle shifted behind a rock, the small black shape of his nose twitching at the scent. The first wolf scent he had caught that seemed at all recent. The silvery pelt shifted over his form, his silver hues shifting and gripping until they came to rest on the figure, sleeping on the rock with, what he could not beleive but could never deny he could see, a rabbit. The creature sat quite happily and unafraid at the fea's paws, looking at her with bewilderment. He watched with equal uncertainty, his wings clung to his back a slight fear cringing through him, was the fea dead? But no, there was no scent of death about her, there was only the feeling of peace between the two, and while it made the young brute uneasy he had no wish to disturb that peace.

He stepped out slowly from where he had been behind the small mound of rocks, a pathway marked out, stretching far out of view and for some reason he was brought to think of memories and curiosity of where the path may lead. The black feathers flexed and spread for a moment, he stretched watching the sleeping female with an undying interest, his gaze never lifting from her form. The slight blue glint of his fur being created as the dimming autumn light hit it, the moon like colour of his pelt more unmistakeable than ever, but the large black wings folded beuatifully over his spine. He stepped forward a little way and sat several paces from the female, waiting for her to wake, not wanting to leave his new company.

[Wind-song]

Igrowled softly to myself, knowing another living wolf was present. I flicked open one eye and stared at the male in annoyance. When I could actually be bothered, i stood up with a graceful stretch. I yawned, my razor sharp diamonds showing themselves. Then i raised an eyebrow at the grey wolf before hopping down off the rock and heading towards him.

Upon approaching him, i flashed a smile, showing i was actually glad to have company that wasn't an annoying rabbit that decided coughing in my face was a good way to make friends. Anywho, i coughed slightly, preparing to speak after my short nap. 'Hello, may i ask of your title?' I said, looking the male right in the eye.

It was rather hot today, even though fall was slowly coming closer. The leaves were not falling yet but the wind was a definate sign that fall was actually approaching faster than anyone knew. Just a few more months until winter Windsong thought.

[Daymin]

Daymin suddenly perked somewhat, auds ramming forward and muzzle lifting. There she was, waking slowly, her body shifting slightly until she stood and pushed her fore paws forward, her shoulders dropping, muzzle lifted. Her rump remained wher it would having been had she continued to stand and her tail curled upwards a little. A typical wolf yawn, yet with this fea it seemed more filled with grace than he had ever seen. Though she seemed to treat him with some annoyance, he noticed this but he chose to ignore it, was it really that bad? She showed no aggression and seemed to have some care of his presence, it wasn't all hate.

His head tilted a little to the side, his title? Did he have a title? Until now he had thought title would mean a wolf's rank in the pack, but it was clear that neither wolf here had a pack, or they would have had their pack's scent on them. With this in mind he stumbled quite randomly in his thoughts upon the idea that she inteneded on him giving his name, so he spared no time in barking it softly, trying to keep the same elegant formality that she herself showed while also staring through her, it was in his upbringing to avoid direct eye contact, such a thing would be a challenge to the other wolf, but the way she looked directly at him clearly she must not have learned this, or was choosing to challenge him.

"They have adopted the name Daemon for me M'lady, what might they call you?"

[Wind-song]

'Windsong,' She said bluntly, before turning on her haunches back to the rock. When she reached it, Windsong hopped back onto her new bed and lay down, showing no more interest in the male. Hopefully, he would leave her alone now, seeing that her level of concentration had dropped and that napping on a piece of pebble was far more interesting that wasting the mutt with her presence. 'I would take cover soon,' The wolf called out as rain drops fell onto the leaves. She wasn't phsycic, just knew that when a cloud got a certain shade of grey, that means it was about to piss it down.

OOC- That was the best friggin description of Windsong ever, Major love from me

[Daymin]

Daymin watched her, the graceful way she moved from the rock where she had been and strode towards a slightly larger much flatter rock, this she hopped onto with a quick and agile movement he could never have hoped to repeat with such certainty and ability. The way she lay down seemed to entrance his attention further, almost so much so that he might not have noticed the way she showed so little interest in him and how she seemed to be wishing he would simply leave her. He watched the way her gaze cast up, seemingly checking the clouds then down again so it looked like she could have closed her eyes, she murred about the coming of rain but a moment before they came, impressive but at the same time a little strange, he would never have studied the skies enough so to predict the coming of rain.

The male shifted, his pelt shaking the new formed damp from its silvery midst, his wings spreading out a little way as he did so. Once he had shaken he paused, his wings still far outstretched, admiring for a moment the water ran down the black feathers and streamed from the end, creating a perfect barrier through which water could not pass. He gave a thin wolf smile and turned on a single paw, tucking his wings over his pack and creating a small yet comfortable distance between himself and the female. He settled himself on the earth that was yet to be soaked by the falling sky water, he pulled his wings up a little and in some awkward way he created some kind of roof over himself. While parts of his body were not fully sheltered for the most part it kept him and the area where he settled dry. All visible of the young brute being the two black curves of his wings and a silvery sliver of fur. He lay in silence, thinking about the soft, blunt voice he had been returned with. 'Windsong'