In the vast wasteland she had grown so use to, the angel lay sleeping in the hollow center of a dead tree. She was growing desperate, and had been lost all too long... But if she even thought to look back, she might notice the thing that now sat in a cluster of grey trees. It was white, and large, its gorgeous blue eyes set in the middle of a furry face that was trained on the very log she had taken refuge in. The white wolf stood, moving to hide once again. from the spot it had once sat, grass would start to fight through the ashy soil.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 00:35:55 +0000