Posted by Yahto on December 6, 2008, 11:33 pm
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He was lonesome, after his once adopted daughter had vanished... she had been the only sunlight, and now the horizon was pitched black. His paws picked among the solid ground where foliage shunned, no fertileness even creeping besides the old shaggy shrubs and twisted, aged oak trees. The gray wolf was large with long fur that helped a bluish tint, his eyes an ocean blue that appeared somewhat empty and barren. The wolf was like a ghost; many nights his mournful howls would be heard, yet he would never be seen, and it was garunteed that not a creature on the mountain knew a thing of him. He did not celebrate this.
Yahto, despite his size, was but a shadow of a creature, never violent or exciteable, nor overly peaceful. Just the perfect shade of gray that the rainbow of personas would never allow into its wide array of colors. His large paws paused at the edge of the river, blinking down, yet seeing not the single metallic body of a fish wriggling its way through the water. He sat to his haunches, peering up at night and how dark it was, then away, allowing the cold to rustle through his coat and touch his skin without too much affect. He was the exact same temperature on the inside.
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