Five Years Ago...
The maned wolf's lame back leg dragged as she limped through the carnage of the courtyard, which was eerily silent, bar the water fountain, now everyone except her was dead. The smell of gun smoke thick in the air as it choked her lungs. Blood, red and green, landed with heavy splatters as it dripped off her beaten, broken body.
The smell of lunar flowers had gone, the flower maiden whisked up into the airship by Jaguara's troops.
The keep, her whole world, destroyed.
It was time to move on.
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Paradise Calls (A Wolf's Rain Fanfic)
FantasyI tell you now the words of Red Moon: From the Great Spirit was born the Wolf and Man became its messenger. The Beast lives his life in silence, abiding where the blessing of the blood of the gods is bestowed upon him. The White Flower, after winni...
