(Inactivity due to possibility of getting to AI. AI=Art institute, not Artificial Intelligence ya sillies. XD Going to college pretty soon. Maybe this fall or sooner...)
The sun beamed down through the cracks of his den. It slinked up to his face and instinctivly placed a paw over his face, trying to block the demon light from his sleep. His stomach knotted all of the sudden, dreams echoing the meeting with the winged she-wolf. "The wings. They hurt me. I want the pain to stop." Is what his interpretation of her saying. His image of her slowly formed into the one of the wingless, just like himself. Before his dream could progress any further, he woke up with a start, pulse racing. He panted heavily and calmly, trying to fight and calm down his fight-or-flight reaction. Once he's situated, he got up and went over to eat some of the food from the packs food pin. Not much he needed to get him going and his tongue felt a bit dry after eating his fill. As usual he would pad over to the border for guard duty, but today didn't want to be stressed about it. He trotted over to a tranquil emerald enchanted forest, one of his most sacred places. Him and his mate used to go here, mostly to chat and play. He wadded over to the opening circle and curled there. A flashback batted his subconscious like a rock upon the cranium.
The she-wolf was intrigued with him, but Daemon was too shy. Was it love at first sight? No, it was too good to be true. By the time he peeked up, the she-wolf was by him, confused expression on her face. She gently nudged his paw with her nose, ushering to motion it away. He did and stared up at her.
The dream faded once again. The cotton spores fell softly around the enchanted forest, creating a lifting effect. His stress eased away and tension was all lost. He could sleep here in this tranquil and animated sancuary, ever content with this place not ever being tainted.
(Whew, haven't posted something like this IN a WHILE. XD)
