06-30-2016, 10:17 PM
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The colt with strikes of green hasn't seen the ice in quite some time. He's unsure if he can even claim the land - he spent less time in it than he did in his mothers womb. And since then? Since then nothing and everything.
In the stretch since his absence nothing has really changed. The tall crags still frown down on the land below, the wind from the north was still cold enough to shatter your bones, and the grass that crunched underfoot still longed for summer.
In the depth of the winter, the green boy with a fire heart stood at the edges of the land, watching.
In the stretch since his absence nothing has really changed. The tall crags still frown down on the land below, the wind from the north was still cold enough to shatter your bones, and the grass that crunched underfoot still longed for summer.
In the depth of the winter, the green boy with a fire heart stood at the edges of the land, watching.
pyroclast.
she was on fire last night / and i was breathing gasoline