November 28, 2021, 07:45 PM
(This post was last modified: December 10, 2021, 12:22 AM by Oberon.)
the yearling shivered in the dark, huddled among a mess of dead, damp branches of long-dead bushes of thorns as if that might offer him warmth. he knew he ought to find something better, something that one could call shelter without laughing — but he couldn't go on. he just couldn't. not after...
this time it was a shudder that wracked him. the dark-furred boy curled up tighter and wished for morning. morning would bring warmth, and new hope. that was what he told himself, anyway.
this time it was a shudder that wracked him. the dark-furred boy curled up tighter and wished for morning. morning would bring warmth, and new hope. that was what he told himself, anyway.
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broken bearings - by Oberon - November 28, 2021, 07:45 PM
RE: begin again - by Aiolos - November 28, 2021, 08:17 PM