The Sunspire your eyes were the color of some kind of grey
the bullet we're running from is almost never the one that hits us
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Wraen moved to block Coelho's egress, and the girl froze with her eyes transfixed on the wolf's long shadow. even her tail seemed to be hung in suspension -- the only thing that seemed to stir along her still frame were the white rims of her eyes, which slowly moved to Bronte in unease.

with Wraen's distaste for coyotes wass announed, Coelho could not help but utter in insistent defense: "I'm not a coyote! not a thief!" at least, not anymore - that had been one time, honest! 

she fell silent quickly, simmering with dread as she overheard their exchange. there was not much she could do, not with Wraen barring her attempts at reuniting with Bronte. in her agitated state, she started to pant -- a high pitched and worried whine pressing her cheeks as she heard Bronte sass the unknown grey female.
“Call him Judas if you want
but he did it for reasons
much older than silver.”
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RE: your eyes were the color of some kind of grey - by Coelho - April 30, 2018, 12:21 PM