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Post by Olivia Hamel on Jun 6, 2012 22:02:20 GMT -5
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Post by KaiNaium on Jul 15, 2012 12:46:33 GMT -5
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The Cheshire Smile lit up his face.
He was hovering, twirling around in a chasm of tangy salt air. He neared the coast and felt the cooling breeze on his would-be fur coat. Life was a dream when you were light as air, been living so long you could barely remember your own beginning, and had nowhere to go and no one to go there with.
His long, lithe tail whipped through the air and wiped his form from the mere mortal's visage, but from the warm fog a cackle escaped him. This was how it always was. The only thing he entertained himself with was the madness within and the occasional intruding logical anecdote. The blue breeze of his shape formed back into the world as he saw the white wolf, unsettled and panicked. A manacle cackle again escaped him as his form disappeared and moved on the wind toward the being.
He drifted in the darkness, his fog moving in and out of vision but still not to be seen by the troubled she-wolf. He listened, as he always did, as thoughts of the little red crab positioned oh-so-daintily in the recesses of the sand danced across his eyes. He heard the she-wolf's heavy breathing.
The Cheshire Smile lit up the darkness.
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