It’s night, and Nivis’ nose is bumped with a snowflake. Then another one, another one and another one; until wind pushes their trajectory into his eyes with which an uncomfortable sting comes.
He rubs it off with his paw and looks up at the sky before closing his eyes and letting the snowflakes drench the rest of his fur wet.
The night is peaceful but something is off; something very uncomforable, uneasy. No owls, no howls, no sounds except for the rustling. It’s almost like he could smell death, and even he was aware it was coming. Something big and out of his reach, out of his hands.
These moments had to be appreciated though, and at night, Nivis was the strongest after all.
He rubs it off with his paw and looks up at the sky before closing his eyes and letting the snowflakes drench the rest of his fur wet.
The night is peaceful but something is off; something very uncomforable, uneasy. No owls, no howls, no sounds except for the rustling. It’s almost like he could smell death, and even he was aware it was coming. Something big and out of his reach, out of his hands.
These moments had to be appreciated though, and at night, Nivis was the strongest after all.
are you lost my little lamb, reyna?
in my heart perhaps? ☾
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in my heart perhaps? ☾
nivis is rated mature
reyna is welcome in all threads
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