It's Hard To Dance With The Devil On Your Faith

N/A · 07-14-2014, 10:51 PM

Darkness had just overcome his mind. A darkness in which most know as sleep; however, it was a temporary death. A temporary relief from all of life's problems. Sleep - death's cousin. . . A soft voice entered his mind and awoke him from his temporary death.

Winter listened without opening an eye. He played the voice through his mind in attempt to decode the feelings hidden beneath. Sorrow perhaps? Sorrow laced with guilt. Opening his gradient emerald eyes drowsily, he stared at the now sitting wolf before him.

Snow had blanketed his frame with its cold embrace. The frozen substance had created a mountain on both sides of his lying body and created a sheet of white across his back. Winter stretched with his forelimbs, flicked his docked tail, and shook his dainty head to remove the substance from his body. Still lying, he replied to the stranger in a soft timbre.

No need to apologize. Was forgiven the moment it was done.

Winter kept his questions masked. Normally he cared not what problems wolves carried with them; however, this one he felt sorry for. . . so he would continue to mind his manners - for now.

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