need you like water in my lungs
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Forward dated to December 6th-ish.[html]


With a thin layer already on the ground and more falling consistently from the clouds, his footprints would surely be concealed in time. His scent, however, would most likely linger on the wind long enough for someone to catch on. It would be changed though – masked with metallic blood and the odor of the coyote clan. Either way, there was a possibility someone would realize. Perhaps if he made his way fast enough, he could float on just like the apparition he seemed to be in this winter wonderland.



He only grabbed the minimal things – his emergency medical backpack, an animal skin which he draped over a shoulder, and the violin case. Pausing just outside his den, he decided to return the violin into the empty den. It had grown cold and unkempt in his two month absence. In some ways, he felt that it was best to keep the violin there. He didn’t want a reminder of how fucked his life had become.



With those things in tow, the former Brigadier General marched out of Crimson Dreams' lands with a glazed look capturing his silver eyes. Unsure of where he was going, he headed north-east.

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