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Simple Design
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WC: 502
His golden eyes glancing up at the sky, Kieran noticed the sun nearing the highest point in the sky. It was just before noon and the temperature nearing its peak for the day, though it was nowhere near warm. Winter was reaching out to Bleeding Souls, just beginning to embrace the land in its cold arms. The human city, as mysterious and strange as it was, could not escape from nature’s clutches. The desolate and decrepit buildings were touched with frost, and--almost surprisingly--stood firm against the wind. Amid the maze of concrete that made up the city was what had been a small public park, now grown wild after years and years of no restraint.
The curious sight had captured the dark wolf’s attention during this visit to the old human home. The trees had grown larger and more numerous than they could previously, under the control of humans. It was almost like nature was attempting to reclaim the city from the inside. And slowly, but surely, it seemed to be working. Beneath the large trees, whose branches were now bare from the cold, one could almost forget where they truly were. But the stale and unnatural scents that wandered the city were still hard to miss. The male silently wondered why the humans would have such a small example of nature here, when they could simply enjoy the larger forests beyond.
Kieran ventured a short distance through the confined ‘forest,’ the cold and dead grass beneath him crunching softly. He had spent the better part of the morning exploring the city once more before he had stumbled upon the park. As usual, his intentions for visiting the strange place was to learn more about human culture, perhaps finding out some sort of clue as to why they had been such peculiar creatures. Finding the park had revealed yet another quirk of the species, but it held no answers for him. All the place seemed to offer were more questions. But the wolf was determined to find out more about the curious species, finding much about the past fascinating.
He paused for a moment where the trees and grass began to halt at the edge of a concrete path. He glanced wordlessly around at the scene in front of him, trying to piece it together in his mind. Before him were the remnants of a playground, cracked plastic slides and toppled over swing sets greeting him from their place in the sand. Kieran tilted his head to the side slightly in wonder as his golden eyes took in the faded colorful structures of the jungle gym and the rusting chains hanging limply from the swing set. It seemed like a harsh combination of calming colors and twisted metal. He took a few steps forward, sitting for a moment on a metal bench just in front of him, still contemplating what significance of this place could hold. He could only seem to arrive at one conclusion.
Humans were indeed curious creatures.
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