05-14-2018, 09:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2018, 12:10 AM by Character Graveyard..)
COLD NOSTALGIA
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The female wouldn't consider herself to be pretty but she didn't call herself ugly either. She had only been called beautiful by a man in her past life but she had left him behind. Not on purpose, of course.
Upon hearing the large tiger's paw-steps through the snow, the she-wolf would turn around and face him, taking note of the coy grin on his maw. "If you call walking through the snow fun, then yes." She would say before he extended his paw to her. She accepted and she laughed as he lifted her into the air.
The female wouldn't consider herself to be pretty but she didn't call herself ugly either. She had only been called beautiful by a man in her past life but she had left him behind. Not on purpose, of course.
Upon hearing the large tiger's paw-steps through the snow, the she-wolf would turn around and face him, taking note of the coy grin on his maw. "If you call walking through the snow fun, then yes." She would say before he extended his paw to her. She accepted and she laughed as he lifted her into the air.
© madi