Tear my heart out slow and bleed me
It has been a long time since I have strayed into these grassy fields. So entirely long that I am almost overjoyed to feel sand beneath my paws and run across the the frosted grass like a puppy again. No wounds hinder my fluid graceful romping, my mind in a state of purely free bliss. I'm simply reveling in my current freedom on this wintry day, the chill tingling amongst my fur in a sensation not entirely unpleasant, my eight year old form feeling younger than it had in years, it's incredible and amazing to feel. Tonight The Moon will play.
I am playing and rolling and enjoying life as everyone should be able to do, so ethereal and vibrant that one may wonder if I am not merely an illusion, and that really is something interesting to take into consideration, isn't it? Perhaps I exist in this physical plane and perhaps I do not, perhaps I exist nowhere at all, or perhaps I exist everywhere.
I am rather taken by surprise when I roll right into a wolf in a moment of blind play, my apologetic yet bright from play lavender eyes gazing up into the face of the wolf I had rolled over and disturbed. I'm not usually like this, actually I had never been like this in my life, I wonder what's causing it? Pale lavender eyes look away as I collect myself and pick myself up from the sprawled position rolling ino the wolf had caused, offering a playful wag of my tail. My lavender eyes shine bright in a sort of invitation to play with me, expecting nothing but full co-operation.
l u c r e c i a
They were never woken from their terrifying dream
Deadly, yet so beautiful a voice just like a rose
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