I used to have a real coat... A coat that hid me from anything... I used to have a mate, too; one who brought out everything in me. But he left... He disappeared... I forget what I looked like before I died my fur. I learned the color of my blood when he left... And I still miss him... I wish he'd come back...
So, just a little idea that's a WIP. Before Alonia dyed her pelt, she was a coyote. But devistation drove her to hide how she used to look. I have yet to finish off her past pelt.^^
So, just a little idea that's a WIP. Before Alonia dyed her pelt, she was a coyote. But devistation drove her to hide how she used to look. I have yet to finish off her past pelt.^^
