She did not have an aim, only constant movement. There was the name Journey that kept through, and momentarily changed to Stray, to Quest, and even more-so with names following her steps. The silver fox-like wolf, only wished to be a blissfull memory, with no trace behind her. She felt plagued, with constant feelings of being watched, and yet no matter how far she travelled, it was always there.
Even the beauty of the fireflies, that was getting cutshort by the rain, did not fall from the displeasure she could never relieve herself of. Though she was not alone from this drizzle, as the winter was not alone, and another wispful pelt was clear as day through this murky weather. She watched them, in silence.
Even the beauty of the fireflies, that was getting cutshort by the rain, did not fall from the displeasure she could never relieve herself of. Though she was not alone from this drizzle, as the winter was not alone, and another wispful pelt was clear as day through this murky weather. She watched them, in silence.
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but there were no wounds - by Geist - July 25, 2020, 05:12 PM
RE: but there were no wounds - by Quest - July 27, 2020, 12:31 PM
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RE: but there were no wounds - by Quest - August 01, 2020, 11:47 AM