do you believe in love?Another road? Another horizon. Something like that. Nearly overnight the winter had fallen. It was dense around Snake’s shoulders, harsh in his lungs. Every breath stung, and each one made him feel more alive than the last. A little spark, a little madness… that’s what winter did, right? A shiver chased down his spine, and Snake tossed his head. Yeah, this was fine. This would do him just fine.
He was liquid. Fluid. Like catching smoke as he surveyed the Meadow, scanning with dark eyes. Something strange was going on here, something… something bubbling beneath the surface. That, or what Snake was feeling was indigestion. Could go either way at this point. Foliage was sparse in the winter, so he’d maybe eaten something questionable. Well, anything was possible.
Snow was starting to fall, the flakes broad and brilliant in the afternoon light. There always was a certain wonder to the first snowfall, and Snake wasn’t immune. Softly lifting his nose to the sky, he could feel the snow hit his muzzle and melt on contact. At least for the moment, everything was going to be okay.
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stallion. five. smoky grullo. paso fino x. |