songs for the deaf
09-24-2013, 05:53 PM
Cold, cold, cold. ?Oh poopy doopy!? the heathen screeched. He?d gotten stuck out in this darned cold stuff again. He let out a soft, whistling cry of distress as he waddled through the snow. The cold had leaked through his patchy pelt, and it was most displeasing. Wide blue eyes furiously search the choked and pale landscape, watching as tiny flakes of snow drifted this way and that in an endless dance. At first, it was always fun. He could jump in it, and dig in it, and it was so soft and fluffy. But then he would realize that he was beginning to get wet, and that it was just too chilly. And then the wet would make him even more cold, and he would evacuate the area to try and find warmer ground. Often he got stuck in the white wasteland.
Another screech of displeasure rang from his parting jaws ? an unidentifiable noise unless one saw the culprit. He trudged a little while longer, with his short twig legs thrusting through the snow, until he spotted something new. A shape in the distance, not far away. Something interesting. The imp?s haunted stare lit up, and he paused, perking for a moment while white specks fluttered down to pepper his ebony back. And then he jolted forward, hurrying towards the metal goliath. When he neared it, he had to pause again, tipping his masked skull back to glance over the whole of it. It towered over him, casting a dim shadow beneath the midday sun that stretched forward and enveloped the little hellion. It was huge. Was it a beast? It didn?t smell quite alive. He wanted to investigate more. Proceeding, the wolf would begin to skirt around it in attempt to find a way in.
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