sleeping pages
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- Welcome to Sleeping Pages.
I'm sure you're all curious about this place, even though the title says what it is!
There are two writers located here, which will be spoken about briefly here. There's khaleesi. and Parousia;.
You can order stories of characters, descriptions of things, places, or people, and other literary works here! Each other the writers has their own abilities and preferred ways of writing, so there's always the option to choose!

- khaleesi.
She had never been so close.
As the beautiful she-wolf looked up at the comet flying slowly across the night sky, she couldn't help but wonder how lonely or looked. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch it softly with her paw, and she was so close...
The rustle of leaves behind her made the wolf freeze, all thoughts about the comet halted. She was suddenly keenly aware of the face of the cliff in front of her, with nothing but empty air and trees far down. There was no escape if it was something bad.
Then she caught the scent.
Every muscle in her body screamed for her to run, that something wasn't right, but her body wasn't obeying. Her heart beat wildly, the breeze dancing through her long ebony fur.
And she waited.
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- Parousia;
On one simple day, things had changed. It wasn't drastic at first, hardly noticeable to be completely honest. As time continued through the day, and the next, and even the next after that, it would have dawned on anyone that the girl was having more troubles. The form of her's that used to be as bright and happy as the sun itself had dimmed. Even with the food I had brought to her, she could not bring herself to move more than a couple minutes per day. It was evident that the girl was dying, to put it bluntly.
To say that I expected that would be a lie.
I never really realized how much that girl meant to me. She had told me her name at one point, but the recognition of her previous self, the joyful little girl, had faded, along with any other trace of someone I knew. All except for that blue-green scarf she had grown fond of. A simple look would put me in another stance of deja vu, only reminding me of how much time I spent with her. However, the name would never come back, and I would never recall it.
Three days later, while we were walking, she tripped on a root of a tree. As slight of damage as that seems, it was more than wanted.
She never got up.