Bishop
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Last published Fri, Mar 1, 2019
"A wolf like you shouldn't be here."
"And you should?"
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Around the world are the rumors of Bishop Brooks, the loner who would never lay belly up without extreme circumstances.
Named after Bishop Briggs, the singer her parents worshipped. And she fits her songs perfectly.
Wild Horses, she is the Wild Horses being cheered and chased.
River, she is the River flowing angrily.
The Fire, she is The Fire letting her friends and run to her and burn themselves on her.
The Dark Side, she if the Dark Side alluring others to the side she resides on.
But meeting her mate will only slowly kill her, as her bond with the forest grows weaker and the bond with her mate grows strong.
Yet her longing to run wildly just isn't her, but her mate by her side as she dodges the trees and ducks the branches, along with her mate.
Will her desire to run freely disintegrate or will it only be strong with the other running wildly at her side?
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