The Stars Are My Chandelier
07-05-2014, 05:42 PM
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dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight Misha would follow Chrono as he would lead them, not sure of where they might be going. Her nose would turn up to the sky, sniffing the wintery air. The sun had recently begun to set, setting the sky ablaze in orange hues. A snowflake on her nose, the female used to the cold touch. It had begun snowing, small, powdery white snowflakes dancing down to the earth. It wouldn't be long now that it would be snowstorming, and the pair of wolves would have to find shelter somewhere soon. Misha would glance at Chrono, unsure of what to say. Hopefully they could find somewhere to rest soon, the female was a bit tired.. |