Her life began with a breath.
As everyone else's had too.
Her hair dark as night and her eyes as light as the rising day.
And as green as nature itself.
Her lips plump with blood.
And her body small and fragile.
Her heart filled with feelings misunderstood from the ones who judge them.
This girl was the one who carried the name of a noble wolf and a worshiped vampire.
The four syllable name catching you and leaving you kneeling, wounded, awaiting more. But she never gives it.
Rory McVey never gifts more than deserved. Or more than greatly appreciated.
She was life...
She was Air, that blows your hair past your face...
She was Earth, that gifted you with her stance and her lovingness...
She was Water, that washed away your sins and let you start over...
And she was fire,
That burnt you to the core, scarring your love with her soft kiss.
Rory McVey...
Two words
One thousand and one descriptions.
YOU ARE READING
Obeying The Orders Of Rory McVey
WerewolfHe was the boy who broke the rules, She was the girl who made them. He was the boy who set the timer, She was the girl who cared very little for time
