A Lonesome Moon

*Alsander* · 09-05-2014, 10:37 PM

Alsander

His silvery, mist grey frame paced the edge of the stream, large paws leaving fresh marks over an already well trodden path in the sand. He had been pacing to and fro for several minutes. He hadn?t seen her rosy, moon pale face in such a long time. Did she even remember his existence? It had been so long since that night when he?d professed his heart, and yet so soon, they had needed to part, he to his duties, she to Luna knows where.

Perhaps they had never truly been meant to be. Mismatched eyes of gold and emerald dropped to the trodden sand at his paws. It had felt so? right, though. His large head lifted and he cast a searching gaze beyond the shadowy fronds of the willows. Night had fallen hours ago. The moon had risen, and now hung, cold and far away, in the dark sky. His eyes lifted to that silver marked white orb. Another moon, one sweet and soft as a cherry blossom, had shed her light upon him, one last time, bewitching and ensnaring. Now he wasn?t sure if he?d see that Moon again.

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