LISTEN CLOSELY WHILE I WHISPER YOUR DEMISE

he would scoff, a look of sour angst plaguing his fair features. he was beginning to grow conscious of his body, how the wind gently caressed and parted his ivory fur. how his ears would occasionally twitch on their own, a reaction also caused by the irritation of the wind's breath. compared to his inner thoughts, which raced like an indycar down the daytona, his body was as still as an inanimate rock. he would drink her words carefully, churning them slowly in his mind's eye before allowing his own words to fall casually from his pursed lips. afraid i see.