feathery wings
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She didn't know what had woken her so early in the morning though she hadn't even attempted to find herself back to sleep. Instead she'd taken the time to walk the borders alone, the silence in the cold chilly dawn was just what she needed for once. The girl was tired of hearing the same old words from every passing yearling with stars dazing their eyes. The poetic words and woeful being were enough to make her sick. She'd never been good at the sweet and sappy version of love, perhaps she still craved it from time to time but she would never show it, atleast not to the swarm of raging hormones that was her generation. Somehow she'd erased childish games and fun from her life in the harsh actions of another against her will, she'd yet to recover those items.

Pausing along the edge of the graveyard her ebony tipped ears flickered to a fro as she padded on silent paws through the frosty world. A cold front had come through, washing the cold rain into something more serious, the first snow of the season. She stared at the gravestones as flake by flake began to swirl around her. The sharp bite of winter was in each glittery drop of snow as they nipped at her nose before settled on the world in a light dusting. It wasn't a full blown storm but the soft touch to the world caused her to close her emerald eyes and just stand there all alone.. waiting for something to just happen.


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