amaterasu
I love winter, especially when the snow first falls and lays unblemished, shimmering and pure and sparkling in the sun's light, it's even prettier when it's a light snow fall out. Small feathery flakes fall and sparkle, melt on the tongue to tiny droplets of water, fresha nd chillingly cold. Catching snowflakes used to be a fun game when I was but a puppy, snapping and darting after the tiny frozen things, my fluffy coat always keeping me warm where other wolves may become cold. I am still as a statue as I watch the falling flakes around me, it's peaceful right now and I can think. Lots of things had happened lately, my breath occasionally misting and floating away as I breathed. Icey tinted aquamarine eyes watch the flakes as they descended in silent grace, occasionally some nestled amongst my pristine white coat and blended there, yes I think I blend in quiet nicely.
I could just stay here like this forever, watching the sky darken as the snowflakes dance in the wind, there's nothing quite as beautiful, nowhere else that I feel as at ease as I do now, here is somewhere I can fit in and blend. My beloved Nines was gone and with him I felt like I was missing something, like some higher power had decided to shred my happy life into something more...chaotic. There will be no more running and laughing at his gold and ochre side, and yet deep within me I know there's someone I can still do that with. I just have to pick up the charred and shattered pieces of my life, find the remnants worth keeping. I'm laying in the snow on my side, watching the world pass me by, almost as if everything else simply doesn't exist. Black streaked tail is unmoving in the snow, icey tinted aquamarine eyes rimmed in a cinnamon eyeliner still focused upon the sky. I am expecting nobody to come this way, unless on the off chance one of my two children decided to come find me, though I'm pretty sure Lockeraine is more than glad to have my presence out of the way, and my adopted son Athlum is more than capable of fending for himself.
Black streaked tail remains motionless as I think of my shattered little family, I'm left to raise two yearling boys all on my lonesome. Athlum is not ever the pawful, he listens and is rather quite polite and respectful. Lockeraine is the opposite, he rarely listens to a word that comes out of my mouth, and he slinks around like he's ready to launch an attack or something. I don't know what I'm looking for out here, something beyond my comprehension perhaps, or maybe I already know what it is, who's to know, if I do not myself.
As long as one heart still holds on then hope is never really gone
That love is all but pointless in madness such as this
One hand reaches out and pulls a lost soul from harm while a thousand more go unspoken for
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