The Stars Are My Chandelier
06-26-2014, 12:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-26-2014, 12:32 AM by Chrono I.)
"Sure hon," He responded to her complement. Chrono thought he was a decent looking wolf; tall, muscular, not to mention his pelt was an array of colors that wasn't seen much around here. But he didn't want the fae to think he was so confident about himself, so a "Sure hon," would try and speak his voice of not seeing himself so handsome. His eyes rose to the sky, birds had left the northern skies and he sure did miss them. He wondered why packs didn't travel south during the harshest parts of winter, it was sure that pups could easily be lost and freeze to death so why weren't they showing safety like birds? Maybe it was an act of survival; we can make it through the winter. But Chrono wouldn't be so careless. "When do you think the birds will come back, Misha?" Walk "Talk" Think |