01-27-2020, 10:26 PM
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The painted dog padded through the snow, his fur fluffed up to protect him from the cold. He was fairly tall for a pup his age. Wheatley couldn't imagine being any shorter. Where was his sister? The boy didn't like being away from his sister, no matter how independent he thought ht was; he hated the lonesome feeling that came with his sister's absence.
Wheatley woke up with dreams about his mouth being sewn shut, though he casually dismissed it because it wasn't the first time. He didn't bother dwelling on those things; he had more things to do. Wheatley would often see someone in his dreams, a tall fair women with beautiful brown eyes and big round ears. Mother. She'd often repeat the nams of his siblings. The red-skinned angel of mercy had told him that he should survive and he followed what he think's is best. They were the only words that he remembered clearly, the ones she said clearly enough.
The boy missed the feeling of thrill, he hadn't felt it for a week. He was bored. There had been little for him as he was new to these lands; he hadn't seen anyone. With big clumsy paws, Wheatley climbed up onto one of the many snowy hills within this mountainous place.
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The painted dog padded through the snow, his fur fluffed up to protect him from the cold. He was fairly tall for a pup his age. Wheatley couldn't imagine being any shorter. Where was his sister? The boy didn't like being away from his sister, no matter how independent he thought ht was; he hated the lonesome feeling that came with his sister's absence.
Wheatley woke up with dreams about his mouth being sewn shut, though he casually dismissed it because it wasn't the first time. He didn't bother dwelling on those things; he had more things to do. Wheatley would often see someone in his dreams, a tall fair women with beautiful brown eyes and big round ears. Mother. She'd often repeat the nams of his siblings. The red-skinned angel of mercy had told him that he should survive and he followed what he think's is best. They were the only words that he remembered clearly, the ones she said clearly enough.
The boy missed the feeling of thrill, he hadn't felt it for a week. He was bored. There had been little for him as he was new to these lands; he hadn't seen anyone. With big clumsy paws, Wheatley climbed up onto one of the many snowy hills within this mountainous place.