01-02-2012, 08:53 PM
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OOC: Sorry its so short.
The night was descending and the temperature was beginning to drop. Hotaru could feel her breath warm the air in front of her snout and the cool air that tickled her nose. If it weren't for her thick winter coat, the grey wolf would be freezing. Luckily, her fur was thick and protected her from the bite of winter. Winter was a time of prosperity and snow, although there was no snow on the ground today. That would change though, she could smell it. Snow was coming and would coat the land in a white blanket before the sun rose.
Hotaru sat outside her house on the bolder she had placed there a while back. It was a wise decision on her part, even if the effort to move the stupid thing was large. The blind wolf often enjoyed sitting on the bolder to carve wood. It was like her own private seat outside, and the large surface provided her with just enough space for both herself and her tools. However, tonight she did not have her carving tools or even a piece of wood. Instead she was sitting with Fawkes, the large bird sitting comfortably by her side. Hotaru stroked her companion with the back of her hand, his soft feathers folding slightly beneath her fingers. Fawkes sat quietly, enjoying the attention.
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Hotaru
Sometimes the light that guides us along our paths, is not something that we can see, but something deep inside of us.
OOC: Sorry its so short.
The night was descending and the temperature was beginning to drop. Hotaru could feel her breath warm the air in front of her snout and the cool air that tickled her nose. If it weren't for her thick winter coat, the grey wolf would be freezing. Luckily, her fur was thick and protected her from the bite of winter. Winter was a time of prosperity and snow, although there was no snow on the ground today. That would change though, she could smell it. Snow was coming and would coat the land in a white blanket before the sun rose.
Hotaru sat outside her house on the bolder she had placed there a while back. It was a wise decision on her part, even if the effort to move the stupid thing was large. The blind wolf often enjoyed sitting on the bolder to carve wood. It was like her own private seat outside, and the large surface provided her with just enough space for both herself and her tools. However, tonight she did not have her carving tools or even a piece of wood. Instead she was sitting with Fawkes, the large bird sitting comfortably by her side. Hotaru stroked her companion with the back of her hand, his soft feathers folding slightly beneath her fingers. Fawkes sat quietly, enjoying the attention.
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