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“Hmm..Hmmm”. Voodoo hummed to himself quietly as he ventured on, taking in the sights of this new area. The entire place was intriguing, each in its own way and he was having a marvelous time just walking through. Pale blue eyes shifted upwards as he slowed to a stop beside a long and winding white path. His nose twitched, trying to take in the scent of the odd scene. Somehow, Voodoo had managed to avoid every single road on his way north. He had never seen such a white moat, and he was a bit apprehensive to swim across. It didn’t move like the other waters he had been through. He stepped closer, warily. It was a solid moat of white with varying lines of color. His brows furrowed in slight confusion. “Hmm… What is that..” he spoke to himself, thinking it through. It couldn’t harm him. He shrugged and stepped forward, tail held high over his back in the anticipation that he might just lose his balance. As a large paw hit the surface, he drew it back. It was warm from the sun’s rays but not too hot. He placed his paw back down upon the tar, followed by the other letting the idea sink in. Piece of cake.
He sighed, now standing in the middle of the road, staring down the long yellow lines that split it in half. It was spring, his favorite season, and the colors of the fallen leaves were simply amazing. Red, orange, yellow all mixed together and decorating the soft earth. The wind whipped through his obsidian coat, drawing up the leaves around him and moving them further on down the road. Voodoo lifted his head to the breeze and let it caress his face, closing his eyes to take in the moment. It was great to feel safe enough to be out in the open and without a current care in the world. He was starting over and this felt like the perfect time and place to begin. He had taken the first step and had left his less than fortunate situation. The second step was to find a different place to reside. Check. What was next? Maybe it was best not to plan that part for now, just enjoy the moment. An audible sigh escaped his lips once more as his ears shifted to the sound of rustling leaves.
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“Hmm..Hmmm”. Voodoo hummed to himself quietly as he ventured on, taking in the sights of this new area. The entire place was intriguing, each in its own way and he was having a marvelous time just walking through. Pale blue eyes shifted upwards as he slowed to a stop beside a long and winding white path. His nose twitched, trying to take in the scent of the odd scene. Somehow, Voodoo had managed to avoid every single road on his way north. He had never seen such a white moat, and he was a bit apprehensive to swim across. It didn’t move like the other waters he had been through. He stepped closer, warily. It was a solid moat of white with varying lines of color. His brows furrowed in slight confusion. “Hmm… What is that..” he spoke to himself, thinking it through. It couldn’t harm him. He shrugged and stepped forward, tail held high over his back in the anticipation that he might just lose his balance. As a large paw hit the surface, he drew it back. It was warm from the sun’s rays but not too hot. He placed his paw back down upon the tar, followed by the other letting the idea sink in. Piece of cake.
He sighed, now standing in the middle of the road, staring down the long yellow lines that split it in half. It was spring, his favorite season, and the colors of the fallen leaves were simply amazing. Red, orange, yellow all mixed together and decorating the soft earth. The wind whipped through his obsidian coat, drawing up the leaves around him and moving them further on down the road. Voodoo lifted his head to the breeze and let it caress his face, closing his eyes to take in the moment. It was great to feel safe enough to be out in the open and without a current care in the world. He was starting over and this felt like the perfect time and place to begin. He had taken the first step and had left his less than fortunate situation. The second step was to find a different place to reside. Check. What was next? Maybe it was best not to plan that part for now, just enjoy the moment. An audible sigh escaped his lips once more as his ears shifted to the sound of rustling leaves.
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