Breathe in, breathe out. These words echo in my head as the pulsing thought of a center of wolves spans out before me, so many that wish, dream, pray, hurt, anguish, fight, want, feel. Everything just comes down to feelings when it comes to me, doesn't it? The pain that others feel makes me hurt, the sorrows hidden deeply that cut like talons through the heart. The occasional blips of pure joy and happiness, and the contentment that brings forth happy sighs and reminds me of a flowering field.
Ah, a flowering field. When you think about it, truly, that is exactly where I have just arrived. Wildflowers dotting a sparsely green and brown lushness, the scent of Autumn sunshine spreading through every soft blade and tender petal. It's exactly where I am right now. Reaching my head toward a greener patch still entranced by morning dew, it is apparent that this might cleanse my palette, if only somewhat. Tail wagging softly, with all of the different emotions moving back and forth across this meadow, my mind meanders to wondering if any even notice another random silver and russet female, standing around with blades of grass hanging from her maw.
Or do I want to be noticed?
Without the slightest inclination as to the answer, the hustle and bustle of activity just swerves on around me. And I, ever quiet, seem but an observer in it all. A mother scolding her pups. A male acting tough. A few random females gathered together to play. So many that are around, merely to be there. Why they gather, why they come here and not anywhere else... such a mystery, yet to every great mystery, there is someone puzzling over it.
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estelle · 11 years · angel · truly alone · lhx
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