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Date Posted: Tuesday, June 16, 09:10:36pm
Author: Ice Baby
Subject: The Rolling Tides of Time

Soft, weary pads make a light thud as the midnight fea walks along the grass of her old grounds, her old home. Here the memories lay in the darkness, hiding in the shadows of the night, waiting for her to walk by so that they can ambush her and capture her attention.

It has been at least a year since she has walked along these lands, leaving her prints in the grass behind her. The fea feels a cool breeze sweep over her dark muzzle like a gentle caress from a lover and she closes her eyes to take in the moment.

Ice Baby hadn't been here, hadn't been home, since the tragedy that had befallen her and her mate Flash. Flash...she hadnt seen him in who knows when. Her crystal blue orbs shine with such a passion and intensity when thoughts of her mate cross her mind and it certainly isnt letting her down now. She shakes her muzzle at the thought as though it is an attempt to dismiss it. But she can never stop thinking about him for too long. Her mind wanders as she wonders about who still remains here in these forgotten lands.

Ice looks up at the dark midnight sky and with her muzzle raised to the silver moon, she lets out a howl like no other, one of despair, hope, love, hate, sadness, and welcome all mixed as one.

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