August 01, 2019, 09:13 PM
the storm had moved on. and as always, they followed close behind.
the color has drained from the world and everything is pale, the earth they walk on is ground that has not been soiled by the disastrous touch of those things. what they were would forever remain a mystery to them. their hackles hold the very soul of the storm betwixt them as the blessing takes hold, their steps hold purpose in them as the wind guides them slowly up a ridge.
crackles of leaves beneath their paws echo through the gales, their ears attune to what seem to be steps: they are light, quiet, and curious in their nature. coming to a rather abrupt stop, their tail flicks left and right as their nose is turned towards the sky, taking in small wiffs of whatever may be close by.
the color has drained from the world and everything is pale, the earth they walk on is ground that has not been soiled by the disastrous touch of those things. what they were would forever remain a mystery to them. their hackles hold the very soul of the storm betwixt them as the blessing takes hold, their steps hold purpose in them as the wind guides them slowly up a ridge.
crackles of leaves beneath their paws echo through the gales, their ears attune to what seem to be steps: they are light, quiet, and curious in their nature. coming to a rather abrupt stop, their tail flicks left and right as their nose is turned towards the sky, taking in small wiffs of whatever may be close by.
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Champagne and rolled-up notes. - by Sundance - July 26, 2019, 02:30 PM
RE: Champagne and rolled-up notes. - by Pure - August 01, 2019, 09:13 PM
RE: Champagne and rolled-up notes. - by Sundance - August 02, 2019, 05:00 PM
RE: Champagne and rolled-up notes. - by Pure - August 02, 2019, 09:26 PM