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I hear the willows cheering



Winter


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07-06-2014, 07:12 PM
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A long exhausting journey. How this better be worth the time and effort! He grew weary of the situation. The longer time passed by, the more this seemed like chasing fairy-tales and Winter despised fairy-tales. He watched Dusk carefully, following him and watching his every move. Ah, this should be interesting.



The meadows had opened up to a land that was taken over with vast willow trees. They danced along to Earth's breath and it washed over the branches in waves. Waves. . . How he missed that obsidian ocean in which glowed beneath the moonlight. This forest was nice; however, he much preferred the gentle salty breeze and the clashing of waves.



It was dawn here. The sunlight beamed through the trees creating an ethereal glow throughout the forest. Heavens shined down upon them with its brilliance. It was colder here than the ocean, that he liked. Oh how he adored the cold. Winter much preferred to have a home in the northern lands in which allowed him to perform his magical disappearances with much more ease. His white pelt blended in well with the frozen ivory liquid in which masked all the land. Though, this would do for now.



Winter could not wait to meet this princess. Ah, he imagined her a joke. He did not smell the scent of a structured pack. But if she were a joke - perhaps she could be easily taken advantage of. Ah, such devious thoughts raced through his mind. Winter was not one to stay, he was one to satisfy his own needs and desires. Whatever game this may be, he would go along with it for a while to see how things may turn out. Who knows. . . this princess may surprise him.



Winter did not speak. Simply, he made himself to the nearby pond and rested his frame on it's border. Allowing the freezing water to caress his frame and occasionally lap onto his abdomen. How it reminded him of his oceanic adventure. That would definitely be his next location. It sung out to him as if it were a thousand angels. Embracing him with its delicate song, begging him to come back. Hypnotic.


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