she wolf

she wolf

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Ongoing6m

Last published Fri, Aug 9, 2013

I'm running. Faster. Faster. I hear twigs snap beneath my feet my senses alert, the wind rustles the leaves on the trees. I'm not looking where I'm going, distracted by the bright full moon shining through the trees. My body collides with another at full speed, we leap into the air swopping places. I roll backwards on the grown, caught off guard. They slide back, and I take in their appearance in that brief moment. They were tall, strong looking. They wore black jeans and a black hoody that covered their face. Two glowing blue eyes shone from under the hood. And then they were gone.

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