by childo » Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:42 am
Jack sat in the door way of an abandoned building, he shook the last of the water from his coat and curled up, keeping an eye on Mae.
Mae bounded about,chasing a fly that kept settling on her nose, she barked loudly and bit the air in an attempt to catch the fly.
Chenoa, my fursona.
(Made transparent by Geirou, and created by Geirou)
Spirits walking through the night,
Glowing with their souls alight,
Out of the resting place an angel stirs,
Casting away the halo of hers,
The rebellious words that she spoke,
Took away heavens hope,
Fallen angels own your soul.
