June 17, 2018, 11:28 AM
Bruxa loomed in the deep and well-warmed shade of the beachfront forest, watching ominously as a ragged young wolf traipsed through the oppressing trees she thought of as her own. The she-wolf did not have, or belong to, anyone. The woods were all she could call hers; the frightened birds and muggy salt-air were her only friends; and as sparse as her hold on all of it was, she wielded the claim proudly and clung like a tick by the blunting tips of her claws and teeth.
She approached him at a slink, narrowing her manic eyes as she veered into his line of sight and curled her lip at him. "Boy," she addressed him coldly, scouring his slim, dark frame with a gaze that both pried and scythed. "Do you belong here? "
She approached him at a slink, narrowing her manic eyes as she veered into his line of sight and curled her lip at him. "Boy," she addressed him coldly, scouring his slim, dark frame with a gaze that both pried and scythed. "Do you belong here? "
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wasted with the rhythm, angry at the melody - by Redshank - June 17, 2018, 12:18 AM
RE: wasted with the rhythm, angry at the melody - by Bruxa - June 17, 2018, 11:28 AM
RE: wasted with the rhythm, angry at the melody - by Redshank - June 19, 2018, 07:44 AM
RE: wasted with the rhythm, angry at the melody - by Bruxa - June 23, 2018, 09:18 PM
RE: wasted with the rhythm, angry at the melody - by Redshank - July 19, 2018, 07:52 AM