Two's Company

Dhiate Drako · 02-13-2012, 11:29 PM

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OOC-Sorry it took a while WordCount-313

Milk colored paws lightly brushed the pure white snow, and it crunched crisply beneath their delicate touch. These small petite paws were enough to fit in the old humans' teacup and were elegantly attached to a set of slender legs white enough to rival the snow itself. Eyes the color of an approaching storm were set into a face that appeared carved by angels themselves. This wolf had the curves and body of a beautiful female, yet something was amiss. Despite the appearance of the exoteric body, there was something wrong, terribly wrong. It became apparent as one grew close enough to hear the wolf's choking, gasping, wheezing breaths. To look into those bloodshot eyes was to glimpse at the pain that this poor creature must feel. Its ribs could just barely be seen from beneath the thick white pelt. Although no exterior injuries could be seen, the poor wolf's lungs were burnt to the point were it hurt to walk for long distances, let alone run or hunt. Oh, and to make this sight just a little sadder, that graceful, beautiful beast was in fact, not a female, but a young boy cursed to a woman's figure.

Despite all of these setbacks, Dhiate still had the will to look proud, and disgusted. He didn't pity himself, he loathed himself for having dropped so low as to follow another wolf's scent in hopes to scavenge from their last meal. He was a wolf, not a crow! He didn't ask why fate had been cruel to him, he simply detested himself for not being stronger. So when he came across the sleeping wolf, instead of waking him up politely, or sneaking past, as one would expect of such a pityable thing, Dhiate decided to stroll along not an inch from the other's sleeping body. Who cared if somebody didn't have a decent night's sleep?

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