A world without Snow (closed)
Oct 24, 2018 11:28:28 GMT -5
Post by Boomer on Oct 24, 2018 11:28:28 GMT -5
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Berith;
It was cold, or at least cold to Berith. It was so close to winter and he could only think about one person he hadn't seen in forever, the one wolf he cared about, Snow. She was no where to be found and every time he thought about her he regretted ever keeping eye off her. He sighed wondering how life would have been if he had just kept his eye on her and be responsible. The blue pelted male flicked his tail as he laid on his belly and sighed "Snow..." Berith simply and quietly said as he started to partially close his eyes.
He buried his head in between his paws and frowned, there is no world without Snow... there would be no fun. His blue eyes sparked as he looked at the night sky, now looking at the moon. Though he continued to frown and wanted to rid his life, he had no hope- he couldn't find her and he practically looked everywhere for a long time. The male shook his head as he then placed his paws on top of his snout.
Berith felt a soft wind rush through his pelt which made him only flinch a little. He didn't know what to do now, to end his life right here, right now, or to just let some one else do it... at this point he didn't care if his death would be painful although deep down he hoped not. Berith then sat up and lifted his snout and closed his eyes, letting out a howl. A cry for help, he needed help, Berith then quickly pulled his head down as he stopped howl and he cringed as he continued to think of the small female. Though no one would notice it, a small tear drop trickled down his left cheek, it was like he was living in a world that was cold. After his tear drop landed on the ground his face was expressionless, emotionless, he just sat there on his haunches waiting for his life to finally end. Maybe some one will end his misery and when he die then, and only then, will he actually be happy because he will be with the one he cared about. Snow.
Berith;
It was cold, or at least cold to Berith. It was so close to winter and he could only think about one person he hadn't seen in forever, the one wolf he cared about, Snow. She was no where to be found and every time he thought about her he regretted ever keeping eye off her. He sighed wondering how life would have been if he had just kept his eye on her and be responsible. The blue pelted male flicked his tail as he laid on his belly and sighed "Snow..." Berith simply and quietly said as he started to partially close his eyes.
He buried his head in between his paws and frowned, there is no world without Snow... there would be no fun. His blue eyes sparked as he looked at the night sky, now looking at the moon. Though he continued to frown and wanted to rid his life, he had no hope- he couldn't find her and he practically looked everywhere for a long time. The male shook his head as he then placed his paws on top of his snout.
Berith felt a soft wind rush through his pelt which made him only flinch a little. He didn't know what to do now, to end his life right here, right now, or to just let some one else do it... at this point he didn't care if his death would be painful although deep down he hoped not. Berith then sat up and lifted his snout and closed his eyes, letting out a howl. A cry for help, he needed help, Berith then quickly pulled his head down as he stopped howl and he cringed as he continued to think of the small female. Though no one would notice it, a small tear drop trickled down his left cheek, it was like he was living in a world that was cold. After his tear drop landed on the ground his face was expressionless, emotionless, he just sat there on his haunches waiting for his life to finally end. Maybe some one will end his misery and when he die then, and only then, will he actually be happy because he will be with the one he cared about. Snow.