I am not beneath you.
03-04-2014, 09:22 AM
The warm breeze tickled at his fur. His eyes slowly began to flutter shut. This rare breeze was such a treat. He was rather close to the edge of the cliff, bit the height did not bother him. He was no acrophobic. He liked heights, to see the world looming below. There was near to no disturbance in this area. Just a trail left by something rather large. He was absorbed in pure bliss. The breeze was providing a tiny amount of relief from the scalding hot sun. He had very light fur and her felt very sorry for anyone with long and dark fur. His had thinned out for summer. One eyelid opened, gazing lazily around. He had hoped to find his brother around the East, as that's where he had been split from him. "Talk." Think. |