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Posted by Wendigo on 12/31/2007, 12:44 am, in reply to "..Tiny"
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Dancing with the wind, she was so happy now that she was dancing with the wind.
A pale spirit, one whose fur was tipped with mint green, bounded the lands with weightless grace. Happiness bloomed from this she-wolf's dead soul, like the white petals of a daisy, her happiness just as golden as the flower's core. On her the front and back of her neck was a rose red mark. In certain light you could discover that the red mark was really the mark of death, for eyes could see though the other side.
Wendigo, the Wind Dancer, she was fully content dead. There were no more worries of pain and suffering from within her own body. Now she could only taste the emotions of others like the meat she will never eat again.
Soon in her bounding the white she-wolf noticed the smaller creature. Wendigo made her way towards her, a strange smile was on her black lips.
"You are so sad," she said. Wendigo felt the emotions of this sad wolf as if they were her own. Her head lowered with remorse and she spoke with the creature more. "What are your troubles?"
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