December 20, 2022, 02:41 PM
the raven flew in wide circles over the hollow. the winds bit at him, the Windfather angered, as he was, cyclically.
it was only his second winter, and so yonder knew little of navigating a flurry. necessity - inability to feel his wings - forced him to land, seeking shelter beneath the needles of a pine.
a branch, heavy with snow, needed only the slight movement to send its icicles crashing trough the boughs. they landed in the packed snow by a young, passing wolf, raising fine, white mist.
yonder huddled, tightly hugging his body. he thought of the warmth of his nest, and the long, blissful sleep he'd forsaken - all for a blind chase after a family member, who, most likely, probably never really cared for him.
it was only his second winter, and so yonder knew little of navigating a flurry. necessity - inability to feel his wings - forced him to land, seeking shelter beneath the needles of a pine.
a branch, heavy with snow, needed only the slight movement to send its icicles crashing trough the boughs. they landed in the packed snow by a young, passing wolf, raising fine, white mist.
yonder huddled, tightly hugging his body. he thought of the warmth of his nest, and the long, blissful sleep he'd forsaken - all for a blind chase after a family member, who, most likely, probably never really cared for him.
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