{"sf1_id":486244,"sf2_id":"J1OyEpXm","title":"The Dance of Winter","author":"Rtlstien","words":1011,"posted_at":"2013-01-12T11:57:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Dance","Female","Human","Love","Male","Short","Straight","Winter","WintertimeContest2012","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/486244-the-dance-of-winter","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1OyEpXm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fd/25/fd259cab-b9cf-4996-b5d2-795a30b850c1","description":"Seasons come and go, and no matter which one is your favorite there is beauty to be found in each of them.","content":"The sound of the bell chimed through the ballroom.\u0026nbsp; I look up with surprise; is it already time for winter? \u0026nbsp;Drops of water land on my nose, making it twitch.\u0026nbsp; It's brief, though, as the drops of water turn into slow-falling snow.\u0026nbsp; The ceiling is now decorated with numerous icicles of various sizes.\u0026nbsp; The walls turn into ice giving off distorted reflections of everything that surrounded us.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI look down at my arms and watch as the last bit of color was drained from my fur.\u0026nbsp; I was now as white as the snow which now coated the floor beneath me.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWinter is as beautiful as the other seasons, in its own unique way, but I always admire how a season so desolate could still show off its grandeur.\u0026nbsp; To many, winter can be a very depressing time, but not for me.\u0026nbsp; I'm never alone when I'm with her...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDistracted by the changes to the room and myself I neglected to acknowledge the beautiful woman in front of me.\u0026nbsp; I smile as I admire her new wardrobe.\u0026nbsp; The dress was a deep blue that fades into white near the waist.\u0026nbsp; The sleeves stop short of her wrists.\u0026nbsp; The upper half of her dress, the bodice, had scattered specks of white which reminds me of the snow falling around us.\u0026nbsp; The skirt of the dress barely grazes the ground.\u0026nbsp; Though the skirt is completely white, I want to keep an eye on this part of the dress; it's actually the most astounding part.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI take a step towards her, leaving a print in the snow.\u0026nbsp; She smiles and takes a step towards me.\u0026nbsp; The slight movement of her dress causes the white of her skirt to add the subtle presence of colored light.\u0026nbsp; Purple, blue, and green; there's no pattern to how her dress changes color, but that's what makes it all the more alluring.\u0026nbsp; The greater the movement, the deeper the colors get.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe stand face to face. The face I've gazed into for so long is the same as ever, if only slightly paler skin now.\u0026nbsp; Her long hair is now as white as my fur, her eyes now blue.\u0026nbsp; I love her appearance in every season.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe offers her hand to me. \u0026nbsp;I slowly take her hand into my own paw; at first touch her skin is as cold as ice, but it slowly warms as I draw her closer to me.\u0026nbsp; She comments how warm I am as she rests her head on my chest, her other hand hanging on my shoulder.\u0026nbsp; Her body is still colder than mine, but only heat is building up inside of me when she's this close to me.\u0026nbsp; I drape my free hand around her lower back. I whisper into her ear \"ready to continue our dance?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe responds, \"Always.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOur bodies part slightly, our eyes lock on each other.\u0026nbsp; I took a deep breath before I start to lead.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLike the snowflake our dance is slow and delicate.\u0026nbsp; Our hands never let go as we move around the entire ballroom.\u0026nbsp; Her dress forms grooves in the snow that reflect the light from the dress.\u0026nbsp; No matter how many grooves her dress creates or how deep my hind paw dug into the snow; whenever we came back to the same spot the ground would be smooth again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy nose twitches.\u0026nbsp; I cross my eyes and notice a snowflake has landed on the tip.\u0026nbsp; Her attention goes to it as well.\u0026nbsp; We watch as the flake slowly melts away.\u0026nbsp; Another snowflake lands, this time on her nose.\u0026nbsp; Our roles switch as we watch the snowflake.\u0026nbsp; It doesn't melt though; the artistic design of the flake remains intact on her nose.\u0026nbsp; As beautiful as it is, it was a distraction.\u0026nbsp; I come close to her face and let out a soft exhale by her nose.\u0026nbsp; The snowflake melts, leaving a small drop of water.\u0026nbsp; I didn't want to take my hands off her so I quickly lean in again and lick away the water.\u0026nbsp; This elicites a giggle from her.\u0026nbsp; I chuckle back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nTime is irrelevant to us.\u0026nbsp; Minutes, days, weeks... I can never tell how long it's been when we start to dance.\u0026nbsp; I'm destined to dance with her for eternity; a few months are hardly noticeable to either of us.\u0026nbsp; The only indication of time is the sound of that bell.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt began to ring.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy ears twitch at the sound.\u0026nbsp; That time again already?\u0026nbsp; We separate from each other to allow the season to change.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA drop of water lands on my head.\u0026nbsp; The icicles above are melting.\u0026nbsp; It starts off as a few drops of water but it quickly turns into rain.\u0026nbsp; The season of life was coming to start the cycle over again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe walls of ice melt to reveal a forest of flowering trees; their blossoming branches stretch overhead.\u0026nbsp; The petals would occasionally float to the ground.\u0026nbsp; The snow beneath us melts away to reveal a garden of flowers of various shapes and colors.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nColor returns to my fur; a golden hue like those of sunflowers.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI look ahead and smile.\u0026nbsp; Her white hair is now brown, and her eyes now green.\u0026nbsp; Color returns to her skin and her dress now complimented the flowers that bloomed around us.\u0026nbsp; I admire her new appearance as I do with the others.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWinter will always hold something special for me, as it is the only season when the color of my fur matches the color of her hair.\u0026nbsp; That sense of complimenting each other's appearance makes me wish that winter could last just a little longer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere's no need to feel sad about it though; in time winter will come again.\u0026nbsp; For now it's time to enjoy another season and the beauty that comes along with it... and the beauty that comes along with her.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe smile as we approach each other again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Dance of Spring was to begin.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}