Golden Hour
04-19-2014, 12:02 PM
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Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone Flustered, the little white wolf stammered out a reply. In response Sucre's lips twitched up briefly in a smirk, but he remained silent, consumed with the task at hand. The leaves didn't taste very good. That didn't slow him down, but it did make it less pleasant. Commence mindless chewing. Sucre was determined not to do anymore thinking. Thinking pained him. He wished the effects of the plants kicked in faster but wishing didn't make it happen, so he continued eating. Was it possible to overdose? He didn't know. Probably. It didn't matter too much at the moment. The fae spoke again, effectively breaking his concentration on nothingness. "We wait. Let 'em work their magic." The anticipation was killing him. Soon he would wrapped in carefree bliss; all his worries would flee him and everything would be well. He'd lay in this field with his mind consumed by peace and do nothing, feel nothing. Very little mattered beyond that. He didn't allow himself to think about his unborn pups or their fate, or his misery because now they would hurt. Soon though? Soon they wouldn't exist. |
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