BLOW THE SMOKE IN DIAMOND SHAPE
07-11-2013, 04:19 PM
Dorian was barely old enough to stumble about. He was still heavy with baby fat and his first layer of fur had yet to really start breaking through. For now his fur was wispy and remarkably soft, little tufts of ivory that blew upward and out, blowing in the wind, in the breeze. Misted silver eyes glanced this way and that, but he cared little to find his siblings. Rump in the air, nose to the earth, the youth stumbled and dripped over his paws as he followed the heavy trace of the only scent he knew. Mom.
breaking the line of trees, the youth would squeak and recoil, the sun momentarily blinding him, but quickly remembering why he was here, he blinked back the fierce rays of sunlight and slowly stumbled forward. His moms form coming into view along with a stranger. Hesitant, he stopped several paces away, confused as to what was going on, his eyes landed on his mum and he called to her quickly. ?Mom!?
breaking the line of trees, the youth would squeak and recoil, the sun momentarily blinding him, but quickly remembering why he was here, he blinked back the fierce rays of sunlight and slowly stumbled forward. His moms form coming into view along with a stranger. Hesitant, he stopped several paces away, confused as to what was going on, his eyes landed on his mum and he called to her quickly. ?Mom!?