the sands of time

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Valhalla calling me -

following wade was, in most cases, not smart. the pup ran after her father on her spindly legs. trotting after the other awkwardly. stopping next to him and looking up at the moth winged felines watching them. curious, despite the fear deep down. she would sit and tilt her head.

dad, what are they? she asked with a calm voice. deep down she wanted to crawl into his fur until they stopped watching them. yet, she did not do so. not yet, anyways.

speaking

[sub][W]isker[/sub]