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This is a picture of my friend's OC, Nero. This friend is not on CS. Here is Nero's story:

It was cold, and dark. The freezing snow whipped ice cold shards against his face, and he shut his eyes against the gale. Taking one slow, painful step after the other, he somehow managed to reach the safety of the trees. Opening his eyes, he looked around, whimpering despite himself. The small, dark pup was lost, no matter how much he tried to deny it. Completely, utterly, lost. Cursing his foolishness, he looked out across the great icy plain he had just crossed. "Mother warned me. She did. But did I listen? But did I listen?!?" he sobbed, voice getting louder and louder, reaching a cresendo, and then stopping abruptly. The sound of frost-covered leaves cracking under the weight of pawsteps reached the young wolf's ears. "Mother?" he yipped, voice hopeful. All that returned to him was an echo. Motheeer. Mournful and terrifying. The pup closed his eyes, not wanting to face whatever was coming. "Neeroo. Neeeerooooo." called a voice, and the young wolf opened his eyes. Nero? What was Nero? His thoughts were interupted as a wild-looking she-wolf burst from the underbrush. Her eyes were darting about frantically, and her coat was matted and torn. "Nero!" she wailed, setting her eyes on him at last. "My little Nero!" The young wolf tried to scuttle away, but he was too slow. The maddened she-wolf grabbed him by the scruff, dragging him away. From that day forth he was Nero, son of Kirjava.

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Cute! :)