The Grave
The icy wind raced through the trees, howling and nipping at sleeping dogs. The moon shone low in the sky, ready for dawn to take over. The birds silent, letting the cicadas finished their night buzz.Waterfall stretched out of her den, slipping out of camp. Running along a stone path, Waterfall let the wind sting her muzzle, it was a pleasant feeling. The wind swept peacefully through her fur, flapping at her ears. Padding further down the path, Waterfall entered into a valley. Nosing her way through the valley, trying to find a ripe flower. She stared happily at a pink flower, blossoming up over the dead flowers. She took it, going back to the stone path.
Waterfall placed the flower down, there it laid on a bloody circle of dirt. Waterfall bowed, eyes shut hard to keep tears in. The wind went quiet, the cicadas stopping their buzz. Rain slowly came down, turning into a pouring storm. Waterfall stayed put, sheltering the flower. But no matter how hard she tried it got wet, and not from the sky. But from herself...
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