Birds of a Feather

N/A · 01-23-2014, 07:38 PM

Erebos sat quietly at the wood's edge, barely beyond the marsh itself. His icy gaze rested on the willow at the center of it all as the songs of birds floated to his ear. It was a good day. He had recently joined Seracia and found himself in a state of happiness - true happiness, for once in his life. His hallucinations had been toned down substantially, coming less frequently and tending to be simple and innocent, like butterflies or flowers where there were none. He felt completely in control of his mind. He felt alive.

A sudden movement would break him from his thoughts, his eyes snapping to focus on another black and white form running toward him. His tail would thump on the ground and he would bark to alert the wolf of his presence, as she was probably too caught up in her escape from an angry mother swan to notice him sitting there by the trees.

Speech,

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