Life's a moving target.

Anu · 08-17-2010, 07:27 PM

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p. look i wrote bunches of nothing! >.>

There was a cast of clouds covering the sun, their color a wintry gray and lighter then her silver pelt. Rain was not in the air, though even the Sun knew that they needed it. Her flowers and garden had become over run with weeds, sucking the life out of the plants that she had rooted there months ago. They took any bit of rain they got, and left nothing for the rest. Anu pulled at the greenery, the basket she used filled and overflowing.

Alder sat among the weeds, his dark masked face looking out from among the tall wisps of plants. He was her shadow, even though she had told him time and time again that venturing out on his own was just as fun as sitting by her side. But the mother knew how he felt alone, and knew the uneasiness that came to his face when approached by someone he didn’t know. She didn’t see the harm in letting him tag along in her hopes of clearing the garden.

The pup watched his mother, biting at the nearest stand of narrow leafed weed. Her blue eyes looked up at him, noticing that he was growing quickly and as soon as he could change to his Optime for he would certainly tower over her. Anu stood, giving the pup only a look before brushing off the dirt of her hands and took the basket and began her way through garden and towards the forest that stood beyond the manor. Alder followed, and when she dumped the weeds out among the trees he began digging them into ground and pushing them around all in the hopes of helping.

Their work done mother and son walked towards the Manor, her step slow and his bounding to keep up.

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