HuntedHe ran as fast as he could, As a thunder-like sound roared behind. His darkened shape constantly disappeared, In the bushes, behind the trees... Reappearing, a black ghost within the shadowed woods.Hunted
He was followed, by Them, and tracked. He didn't understand. Why were they chasing him? Why? And he was afraid. Afraid for his mate. Where was she? And his pups, who had just begun to walk? He hoped they were safe. And pursued his escape.
Their scent. Approaching. Surrouding him. No! There was an opening, at the left. He leapt forward, as the thunder-
Arriving on dA
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Sometimes you have to let go of your heart to follow your intuition...
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~Jen Philpot
De lvce obscvritateqve et omnibvs qvae vltra latent...
Potestisne videre?
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