The Road and the Damned

[Mati Church]

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The world seemed to match her. With winter’s retreat, the snow was melting and left nothing but the brown beneath it. It was a brown, dark sandy color that melted into her coat perfectly. The air was still cold, but it gave her a pleasant feeling as she marched through the melting forest. Grass would soon break through the awakening surface, but it had yet to feel the sun’s warmth long enough to let the small stalks grow. The trees were thin, and she guess they would break just ahead. A small bit of hesitation could be felt in her step, unsure exactly what she would find. The Church fey knew that she was close to the city, but kept to the outer portions. Carefully staying at a comfortable distance to anything that reminded her of the one human inhabited concrete world, Mati traveled with her eyes peeled. Sticking to the trees, she only looked at the handful of dilapidated buildings she had found from afar. Stepping out of the tree line, she found herself out of their cover and in the open. Walking slowly and quietly the large rounded girl looked at what had been laid before her. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, and the young wolfess wasn’t sure what to make of it. The cemetery was something out of a horror film, but the bright blue sky and fair air and wind stopped the bone chilling fear from touching her. Instead Mati rounded the weather worn head stone, violet eyes taking in the words that were scripted upon them. Reading the name the best she could her brain worked out what sort of place it was. The sparse grasses, and old trees that shaded the resting places made it more pleasant then it should have been.

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