Amatan Chronicles
The pitter pater of raindrops was the first thing they heard. The musty, yet fresh scented air was the first thing they smelled. The wet dirt was the first thing that they felt. The green, wet, forest was the first thing that they saw.
They searched the forest with their eyes for a while. Then they caught sight of movement. It was grey, had a tail, blue eyes, fuzzy, and stalked towards them. They did not know to be scared, for they knew nothing at all.
The wolf continued to stalk towards them. They were easy prey, so fragile, so little, and so very helpless. The wolf came near them, but did not make any move towards attacking them. It slowly approached, and stared into their helpless eyes. The wolf layed down beside them, and licked their fragile faces. It cuddled beside them, warming them with its love.
Love was so beautiful, yet ever so fragile.
They searched the forest with their eyes for a while. Then they caught sight of movement. It was grey, had a tail, blue eyes, fuzzy, and stalked towards them. They did not know to be scared, for they knew nothing at all.
The wolf continued to stalk towards them. They were easy prey, so fragile, so little, and so very helpless. The wolf came near them, but did not make any move towards attacking them. It slowly approached, and stared into their helpless eyes. The wolf layed down beside them, and licked their fragile faces. It cuddled beside them, warming them with its love.
Love was so beautiful, yet ever so fragile.