Wishful Thinking [All Welcome]

*Dmitri* · 04-01-2015, 10:42 AM

What a sting. Old man? Was he really old? Looking back on his life and how full it was, how many terrible season he survived, and how vivid and alive the memories were to him, Dmitri smiled to himself. Yeah, he was pretty old, wasn't he? He could live with that however.

Crossing his paws and letting his head rest atop them, his leathered nose began to be hydrated and revived by the refreshing river. Her voice was light and undeniably energized. She couldn't have been no older than his brothers.

"Aye, but you are still so young. Your fur has yet to mature and you are treating it to mud. My muzzle used to be just like your pelt, but I kept dragging it through dust and it became dust colored no matter how hard I scrub." He chuckled and rose from the mud to stretch, emphasizing his point with dipping his paws in the water and brushing it over the top of his nose, clearing it of the mud treatment he was giving it. "Not that a darker,muddy pelt isn't as beautiful as a light colored one in my eyes. I just don't know many who share that opinion."
{"With hope in my voice."/'And despair on my mind.'}

Code by Andy

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