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GarthNixZozo
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Lillian breathed a little sigh of content when the werewolf closed her eyes, bright green eyes that were clouded with exhaustion, becoming lidded as her body accepted the demand for rest. Poor wolf-lady. The girl scooted down from where she sat and crouched beside the woman, uncaring as her dress jacked up above her knees immodestly. She ran her tiny fingers through the matted, scarlet fur, untangling whatever knots they came upon with ease, not even needed to break the hair to do so. Aside from playing tag for the sake of fun and to avoid the werewoman's pursuers, there was also the hope that she would get tired and fall asleep, as she had. It hadn't been very likely or all that easy, but Lillian was happy that it ended up as so. Imagine trying to attach an oversized leech to an oversized wolf, where the leech doubled as a bloodthirsty spirit, and the wolf being twice the size of a normal one and having human intelligence. That would be hard, but with her snoozing it would be much easier. As she continued to stroke the sopping fur into submission, she started to sing, soft and sweat but tinged with an unfathomable sadness.
The notes carried on a wisp of air that had spiraled from the sky in order to hear to sound clearer and having been inspired, it gathered the released voice up close around itself and blew away, sprinkling the sound wherever it pleased as it continued its travels. Many of the things that the breaze passed through had no ability to enjoy the music, until it came to a clearing where there stood a small collection of people. It was only able to share a breath of the song with the group before a larger, more fearsome gust of wind rushed at the gentler one, consuming it and the lyrics it carried on its back. The heated night air relished the consumption of the cooler one, using it to pick up speed and travel to the nearest town just outside of the forest, ignorant to the soft sound it pressed against the ears of the living when it passed them.
The notes carried on a wisp of air that had spiraled from the sky in order to hear to sound clearer and having been inspired, it gathered the released voice up close around itself and blew away, sprinkling the sound wherever it pleased as it continued its travels. Many of the things that the breaze passed through had no ability to enjoy the music, until it came to a clearing where there stood a small collection of people. It was only able to share a breath of the song with the group before a larger, more fearsome gust of wind rushed at the gentler one, consuming it and the lyrics it carried on its back. The heated night air relished the consumption of the cooler one, using it to pick up speed and travel to the nearest town just outside of the forest, ignorant to the soft sound it pressed against the ears of the living when it passed them.