Silence can be a gift, or a curse.
10-02-2013, 06:58 PM
The black and white boy moved with ease across the snow covered sand. His black pelt stood out against the icy cove, leaving his ears, the tip of his tail and his front paws to blend perfectly. The only sound around was that of the snow crunching beneath him and the occasional crack of ice. It took him all day to walk the length of the cove. His pace had been slow, as he was in no hurry. He had no where to be, and no one making him go home. He had been on his own for a few months now. Not all that long but he was missing home, but within the next few days he would find himself back at the boarders of Valhalla. For now however he was enjoying the silence, the calm before the storm. The storm being the war at was bound to brake out between his birth pack and Glaciem. He hadn't realized what time it was until he sat and looked at the sky. The stars were just beginning to shine in the sky, however the sky was not yet black. Speech, |
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