The Stars Are My Chandelier
07-07-2014, 08:51 PM
The male paid no mind to her squirm, but just as she looked outside, so did he. It was good they found the crevice in time. He had been in brutal snow storms and he didn't want to take chances. Though he would love the feel of adrenaline rushing through his veins. He hadn't felt that in a long time. It was odd that the fae would sleep under trees, at least up here in the north. That was asking for a death wish especially in the winter. But she was here; she hadn't dies yet. "Well, I normally stay in caves. That was my only sanctuary as a pup." It was probably the first time he spoke of his childhood to the woman. Well, he couldn't remember much. And it was something small, but it was definitely more than she needed to know. Oh well. Walk "Talk" Think |
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