ardent

Guilty feet have got no rhythm



Alabaster


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11-07-2014, 04:29 AM
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The cold was a tangible taste upon his pink tongue as he waited out the last hours for the night to end and the sun to start the chore of warming up the earth. He had no doubt that winter was almost upon them. The brute would consider this as each step after each-other fell silently beneath thick, but stealthy paws. He wouldn't notice the moment he crossed into the lands of the creatures that ruled this world. To him, their scent was everywhere and inconsequential, he couldn't understand how they could have breed so quickly and efficiently, but they where clearly animals of the forest ? dominance by sheer numbers. Alabaster didn't fear the shrinking of his world, he hunted and lived in different ways to pack-walkers.



The sun had risen during his moments lost in thought, the light glinting of the lighter tones of his strange coloured paws, and soaking against the darker blacks that encased the majority of his body. He would sigh as he seated himself against the ground, truly thinking that today would be as blank and forgettable as all the days before.



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