let's whisper silently

[Samael Lykoi]

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Despite the midday hour all around was cast into a perpetual state of twilight. Raindrops fell between the leaves, tapping and hissing as they found their way to the damp earth below. The chill in the air drove into the coyote's coat as he walked, fur matted and limp due to the rain. Shadows followed him every step he took, voices drown out by the storm. Thunder shook the earth and someone shrieked to his left. All that followed was soft laughter. Claws sunk into the soil, legs splattered with mud to his chest and belly. He was wandering without a purpose now, everything lost with his memory.         At the base of a tree he discovered a hole large enough for his body to pass. Crouching into the darkness, he slipped within and twisted around, facing his nose toward the opening. Here he chose to rest, protection gained by the tree's trunk, however sodden the ground was beneath his feet. The scent of rot possessed the air all around him; a spider creeping on needle-thin legs along it's web across his vision. He watched the arachnid as it went, inching toward something it had snared on silken strands--himself waiting for the rain to pass before departing this tiny haven.

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