Potema marveled as the snow that blanketed Blackfeather for all of her youth began to disappear. The land was muddy, similar to the swamp she often brought home on her paws. The white princess quickly got her pelt dirty as she jumped in muddy puddles, squealing and giggling in delight.
She continued this romp until she saw a black figure sitting in the shadows nearby. Being born and raised, literally, in the shadows, Potema differentiated the darkness of the woods from the wolf without a second thought. The muddied princess toddled over to him, curious. She hadn't met him yet. "Who jou?" She blinked innocently at him.
She continued this romp until she saw a black figure sitting in the shadows nearby. Being born and raised, literally, in the shadows, Potema differentiated the darkness of the woods from the wolf without a second thought. The muddied princess toddled over to him, curious. She hadn't met him yet. "Who jou?" She blinked innocently at him.
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Blood in the branches - by Crescendo - March 08, 2015, 11:49 AM
RE: Blood in the branches - by Potema - March 08, 2015, 05:54 PM