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Mystical Coyote Girlfriend thread for @acuriousmancub
Your Coyote Girlfriend says once, out of the blue, while sipping coffee, that she's THE Coyote, the one from the stories. You attempt to laugh it off, but as you do an eclipse interrupts. A smiling face grins from the moon.
Your Coyote Girlfriend says once, out of the blue, while sipping coffee, that she's THE Coyote, the one from the stories. You attempt to laugh it off, but as you do an eclipse interrupts. A smiling face grins from the moon.
You say to your Coyote Girlfriend, that you're pretty sure the mythical Coyote was male. She smiles a sharp smile and says myths are usually bent that way. Flowers bloom around you as she says that's how, for some reason, the one who gave birth to all somehow seems to be a man.
You stare at your Coyote Girlfriend for some time after she reveals her true nature. She giggles lightly and leans in closer, her eyes seem to pull at you as she trails a hand up your arm. "Staring at a trickster is dangerous..." The words are more felt than heard.
Your Coyote Girlfriend's limits are not known to you. Some nights she whispers in languages you do not know, and cannot hope to understand. You get some idea that the legends you know of Coyote, are only a small fraction of those that exist.
Your Coyote Girlfriend enjoys Disney films. As you get more comfortable with her powers, strange things start to pop up, oil lamps you're not to rub, candelabras that seem to sing, and, after one, her voice singing from the top of a distant tree that wasn't there before...
Your Coyote Girlfriend notices how you like it when she takes charge, so she does it a little more, smirking as you ask if your car was always that color, and leaning warmly against you to whisper how nice you would look with a different tail than the one from last week.
Your Coyote girlfriend, as she bends the world, has hair that shines with rainbows, like oil in the sun, or the inside of a pearl. Sometimes you think you see things in those colors, but its always so hard to remember...
Your Coyote girlfriend seems to cover you when you cuddle, as though she's really a lot larger than she appears, a hand drifted over your shoulder gives the thought of a passive paw draped across your form, a kiss a lick from an enormous tongue.
Your Coyote girlfriend's eyes are endlessly beautiful as she leans close across the table. You don't know how long you've been together, but you smile back and find you don't care. You feel, so long as you're with her, you could live forever. For all you know it might be true...
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