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12-30-2013, 09:00 AM
 Oh, this was Virus's favorite kind of night. When the stars are out and shining bright. He loved it. He liked this forest too. How the branches swayed peacefully in the Orangemoon breeze. He just liked the peace here. Unlike his last dream. That was not peaceful. He had opened up another wound. Led his blood to the lake. He just had to get away from the sand dunes and sun beating down in him. Even though the land was shifting to Birdsong, he still was uncomfortable with the heat. He now was walked down a narrow path. Well, he wouldn't call it narrow he would call it not a path at all. All gangly bare branches in his face, and all the weeds and undergrowth brushing at his sides. But he still liked it. Since most of the leave had fallen from the trees, Virus knew the sky would be visible through the trees' branches. He kept walking on the not-so-path, and ended up in a small grassy clearing. The night sky blazing with stars above him. He smiled with satisfaction. This was a nice spot to rest. He let the muscles in his legs un tence, and his stiff neck droop down. It felt good to have this cool night all to himself. But the one thing that still hurt was his still unhealed hunch. He had just recently open up another one. Only of rage. He sighed, it echoed through the vibrant night. He knew the stars could hear it because they shone brighter, sympathy. Virus then looked to his hooves. He didn't like sympathy from others. But he tolerated it when Skuggi and the little dove, Alina had brought him, well, helped him to the Throat. When they had got there, he was tired of being helped along, and asked them to stand by himself. It helped more, but now his wound still was not healed. "Virus talks" |
