03-06-2008, 03:40 PM
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He sat in the shade of a large, snow-covered tree tracing the tattoo imprinted on his left hindquarter. A long finger slowly ran its way down the obscure design, stopping briefly at its end to once again resume the motion. He liked doing this from time to time because it reminded him of where he'd come from, where and how his life had began. Silver exhaled a long, slow breath that swiftly evaporated in the cool winter air. Spring was almost here, but it just wasn't coming fast enough. He was anxious for sunlight, warm weather, and the final disappearance of snow. It would also mark the beginning of what would soon become his first full season in Bleeding Souls. Yellow eyes tossed themselves up towards the sky. Clear, with a few cumulus clouds towards the east. There would no doubt be a shower or two later on in the day. Silver just couldn't wait...[/html]