Dreams Are Made Winding Through My Head

N/A · 04-19-2013, 05:06 PM

Rumble's eyes continued to search the foreign structure for clues of the past residence. It seemed as though Fenrir had understood the way of which Rum remained silent. Fenrir continued to have a conversation amongst the three wolves, be stayed away from asking questions to Rum. Even though Rum was completely out of the conversation, his mind stayed with the other two. He listened, but nothing processed.

His eyes finally spotted something out of the ordinary. Something that was put together with a strange material; it was a disintegrated quilt.

Rumble walked past Fenrir, completely ignoring anything directed at him, but then when he realized Segolia was talking he responded.

"Oh...Um...Just wondering."

His paws stopped at the pile of unknown objects, covered by dust and dirt. Rum put his nose down to smell the strange material in a way to find out what it was. As his nose inhaled, all the dust and strings flew to his nose making him sneeze. There was no scent to the object, just a musty smell from rotting in the spot it was left.

The strange object was made of many different faded colors, help together by some force. Rum cocked his head a bit and looked at it with curiosity. What is this thing? The thing was piled under rubble and ash. It seemed to have crumbled under Rumble's sneeze. He didn't say anything to the two, but it was obvious at what he had found.

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