The sky was hidden behind a dense blanket of rolling grey. It wept, soaking the clouds, and its tears trickled down to the world below. A sharp cry sliced through the thick air, carrying the Wilding's sorrow and desperation with it. For she had lost her other half, separated from him when the earth shook and groaned as if in pain, causing a nearby elk herd to stampede. By no choice of its own, the pair split. For the first time in her life, the Wilding was completely and utterly...
alone.
She'd traveled deep into these lands to search for him, and she would not rest — could not rest until he was found.
Perhaps he was in the weald but became lost in its maze-like design, she thought. And so the lost little creature clung to its outer edge, sending out cry after cry, wail after wail for her beloved Beast to return to her.
alone.
She'd traveled deep into these lands to search for him, and she would not rest — could not rest until he was found.
Perhaps he was in the weald but became lost in its maze-like design, she thought. And so the lost little creature clung to its outer edge, sending out cry after cry, wail after wail for her beloved Beast to return to her.
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