YOU'RE NORTH OF HEAVEN

The seas wine red; This is the death of beauty

this is the time and this is the place to be alive

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The grey stranger?s first word was harsh, but promising enough. Of course then Champion got a better look at the defensive posture she had put herself in. The wanderer shouldn?t have been surprised; her size scared a lot of people. She was tall than some bears for creator?s sake. Before her birth it was usually assumed that that kind of height was reserved for dire wolves of old legend. What if Champion told the female that there was a Dire Wolf living. There was a Grey Queen even larger than herself that she had served under? Nah no point in scaring anyone.

By that time the stranger had delivered her load of angst. Champion snorted at the retort, closing her eyes amused and laying back in the snow. "Well it was," she muttered to herself in less than a whisper.

"Cross my heart, stranger," she said reluctantly turning her head and opening her eyes again. "I've no intentions of stealing your kill. I just ate this morning." She arched her back and lifted up her giant white stomach to the sky. "See?" It was still slightly distended from the wild boar that hadn't gone down easy. Course, all that slipping and sliding on the ice, probably hadn't been the best for her digestion. Whoops. Oh Well.




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