Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

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had he known the thoughts of her mind, armand might have laughed aloud again. the man had been his father, but not in the sense of biology. and yet, perhaps she would understand, but she did not speak, only listened. armand had not felt a reason to outpour himself to another, and yet the dam of words within him broke before her, this blanched wolfess who curled herself around his skeletal body.
"he was an artist. he taught me all the colours of the world, and all the names for these shades and hues. he gave to me a purpose." armand sighed, his head lolling back against the woman's arm. "i belonged to him completely; he was my maker. he awakened my hunger for artistry and roused the cravings of my body." armand was rambling now, half in his mind and half out of it, but remaining fully enveloped in her comfort.
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