☪ ∂яɛαм | ʌσι∂
Иɛʌɛя яɛɢяɛт . ΔƬ σиɛ { ρ σ ι и т } ιт ωαƨ ɛϰαcтℓʏ ωнαт ʏσʋ ω α и т ɛ ∂.
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Small hollowed drops of rain echoed into the alphess's ears. She slowly fluttered her eyelids open, displaying her liquid-gold orbs. They blinked away sleep, though it ebbed away quickly because of the cold. No fight. To cold to do anything but move. The chilled dame yawned and slid two feet and her head out of the den, a strip of leaves dragging on her clean snow-white fur. Dream noted no snow and shook her pelt, quietly padding off to her alpha rock. Fresh dew from the bedraggled grass crunched loudly and she took a deep breath for fresh air. Her routine was same-old; her getting up first, scanning camp, waiting for her pack to wake, and sometimes they'd fetch breakfast. Mostly game nowadays, for though the snow has yet to scour the hills, at the slightest cold breath the elk migrated.
The white fae jumped gracefully and curled her tail over her paws to warm the ice that grew in her fur overnight. Ears alert and swiveling, nose twitching, eyes sharp: not even a bird chirp could be heard. IN the dead silence Dream heard faint crushing to her left. Her head shot out with such sharpness her neck grew warm with pain. "Oh, Hawk, didn't see you there." The alphess cleared her throat, rolling her haunches backward. Void popped out behind them, as if sensing her pain. The elusive black brute strode up to Hawk, eyes narrowing. "Everything ok?" He asked suspiciously, guarding his sister protectively. Dream rolled her eyes and shoved him off. "Void, I am fine." She sighed pursing her lips. Ever Black Void looked so much like their father Jagger. Except for the eyes, for Void's were a deep amber like Dream's. It was in fact the anniversary of their mother's passing, but she didn't have the guts to inform her brother. It would bring back to many bad memories.
Winter Dreams on a Summer Night scanned her territory. She would renew the markings today for any intruders. Small sprouts of yellowed grass poked up from the cold dirt, lacking what it had been in the summer time. The frigid-ness of it all dragged her back to the past. Someone in particular was pulling her. The very same wolf who is searching for them and out for blood. Dream shivered at the thought and her pelt twitched slightly.
Small hollowed drops of rain echoed into the alphess's ears. She slowly fluttered her eyelids open, displaying her liquid-gold orbs. They blinked away sleep, though it ebbed away quickly because of the cold. No fight. To cold to do anything but move. The chilled dame yawned and slid two feet and her head out of the den, a strip of leaves dragging on her clean snow-white fur. Dream noted no snow and shook her pelt, quietly padding off to her alpha rock. Fresh dew from the bedraggled grass crunched loudly and she took a deep breath for fresh air. Her routine was same-old; her getting up first, scanning camp, waiting for her pack to wake, and sometimes they'd fetch breakfast. Mostly game nowadays, for though the snow has yet to scour the hills, at the slightest cold breath the elk migrated.
The white fae jumped gracefully and curled her tail over her paws to warm the ice that grew in her fur overnight. Ears alert and swiveling, nose twitching, eyes sharp: not even a bird chirp could be heard. IN the dead silence Dream heard faint crushing to her left. Her head shot out with such sharpness her neck grew warm with pain. "Oh, Hawk, didn't see you there." The alphess cleared her throat, rolling her haunches backward. Void popped out behind them, as if sensing her pain. The elusive black brute strode up to Hawk, eyes narrowing. "Everything ok?" He asked suspiciously, guarding his sister protectively. Dream rolled her eyes and shoved him off. "Void, I am fine." She sighed pursing her lips. Ever Black Void looked so much like their father Jagger. Except for the eyes, for Void's were a deep amber like Dream's. It was in fact the anniversary of their mother's passing, but she didn't have the guts to inform her brother. It would bring back to many bad memories.
Winter Dreams on a Summer Night scanned her territory. She would renew the markings today for any intruders. Small sprouts of yellowed grass poked up from the cold dirt, lacking what it had been in the summer time. The frigid-ness of it all dragged her back to the past. Someone in particular was pulling her. The very same wolf who is searching for them and out for blood. Dream shivered at the thought and her pelt twitched slightly.
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