Snowflame
Sikla
Pup of Koran
Growing older, leaving my cubhood behind
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Post by Snowflame on Mar 28, 2009 3:15:58 GMT -5
The brilliant blue sky made the young pale grey fae feel at peace. She calmly lay there in a small meadow surrounded by trees and gazed, unblinking, at an eagle soaring high up in the air above her.
Snowflame sighed and averted her blue eyes away from the bird, and licked a muddy paw while thinking of Herla. She imagined biting into the mouth watering flesh of a Herla, drinking its blood and knawing at its bones...
She snapped out of that fantasy to find herself shivering slightly. A cloud had blocked out Fenris' rays, and cast a shadow over her. She reluctantly got to her feet and padded towards a patch of ground where the sunlight was shining. She immediatly felt warm as she stepped into its delicious rays, and she stretched.
Her pelt glistened like glitter and she started to groom herself. Soon, the sun would be setting, and Snowflame dreaded that moment, when the trees would become ghoulish, distorted figures glaring at you through the darkness...
Snowflame yelped whimpishly as a bird gave out a call. She rolled her eyes at her own fright, then she froze, wary. Was that a Varg she could sense?
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