I Am The Voice And I Will Remain
01-01-2017, 12:28 PM
Everything was painfully still except for the gentle falling of snow that clung to the massive branches of the Red Forest. Karabela stood at the border, her breath coming slow and painful. Step over the border. That was all she had to do. Behind her she could feel Dagmær's presence but the girl remained silent, waiting to see what her aunt would do. Karabela turned her head to meet the emerald green eyes of her niece, eyes that were so much like Raba's mother's. Taking a deep breath she reached out, paw hovering in the air for a moment before she stepped forward, first one paw and then the other until soon she was strolling beneath the canopy's of the Red Forest. However, this time was different. She was not simply skirting the border, she was striding in, right into her past.
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I'll take my throne, lay it on a mountain and make myself a king