Larksong Grotto illuminate

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yet he is not so free from the plight of wolves as he so believes, for peering curiously from the grass is a svelte, fanged dove with dancing eyes. the gossamer gleam of the sun kissing fine hairs had shone a beam through the eddying shadows of her wayward mind, drawing featherlight paws forth through intertwining grasses to catch sight of the brazen figure in all his magnificent glory. utterly enthralled, the dragging chains seem to lift slightly from her chest as if they too find intriguement in the coruscating specimen and she relished in the release for that moment as her breath stills for fear of startling him and losing this flashlight piercing the gloom. 

marvelling unabashedly, she remains crouched close to the steady earth but dares a few steps closer. and what she feels stir within at the sight of this pure beauty is...

envy. 

strength radiates from each proud stride he makes, the wind toying hopefully with the silky sheen of his cascading mane. to be able to indulge in such guiltless amour propre for such a pure form of strength, a sacred gift from the earth herself...for wolves had vague beliefs of superiority and brawn in regards to themselves but that was a fool's idea. this before her was what strength was, not the predators that stuck tight to the shadows and relied on the robbing of life from other's to live themselves. blinking ruefully at this pale sentry, her own stomach twists with bitter disgust towards her own kind. if he is the blazing rays of the sun, the vibrant carpet of flamboyant flowers defying the world and living in proud beauty...then they are the slinking shadows, the circling vultures snapping greedily at their heels...some may try and fight on the side of good and justice but in order to live a life at all, they would always fill the role of the villains in the world's cruel stories.

and quite rightfully so.