Dreams do come true. ;Prosper

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H a l c y o n .

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The light of the moon shone on the fallen snow that had just escaped the sky last night. The wind was calm for once, the sky was clear. No cloud in sight. It seemed like the clouds had escaped the evil clutches of the storm... They were finally in peace. The storm was wild, breaking every single tree it possibly can. The snow covered the ground in seconds. It looked like God had laid a thick blanket on the earth, making the place white. When the sun shines on it,it blinds your eyes. The suns light just reflects off the sheet of snow. The moons light isn't as bad as the sun was. It isn't as strong and bright as the sun.. But the moon is still pretty bright. The trees looked like they where shading their eyes from the light of the moon though. The branches were covering the trunks. Maybe because there could be more snow coming soon, or maybe the trees are tired. This world is a confusing place. You don't know if there is going to be any bad weather, or what. You cant predict when a stupid human is going to be coming along and attacking your family. You never know anything in this world.

The night was soon to become Dawn. Soon, the sun would peek through the mountains, bringing joy to the world. The trees would dance with happiness. The birds would wake up, and sing a beautiful song. And the animals would come out of their dens, and start looking for another adventure. But in this case, it's not as easy for me. I stay up all night and all day. Searching for food, water, and shelter. I have to struggle through my life. I have to fight everyday to get food. I have to fight to get water. It seems like me whole entire life is surrounded by fighting. I just wish that one day, would meet someone and become friends with them. I don't have any friends. I want to feel like someone is always on my side no matter what. I want to know what it's like to have someone always protect you through everything. I want to know what it's like to have a true friend, that would defend for you, and would always take the blame for everything that you do wrong. I want a true friendship. With someone out in this world.

The sun was just starting to come out of its slumber. I had to keep on going, even though my mouth was covered in icicles. My feet where half way frozen, right through the bone. My eyes were stinging from the bright light from the suns glow off of the snow. I hate my life. I want to die, and none would know. I want to escape from the horrible hands of the earth. Hoping that someday, i would become someone that feels free. I want to be someone that is respectful. I had to climb on the tallest mountain (of course) to get to another part of the land. The sides where covered in snow, hiding all of the ice. I climbed easily, trying not to start an avalanche, or slip on the ice. Of course, it wasn't easy with half way frozen paw pads. I almost got to the top, when i didn't notice a frozen spot that was shining in the sun, that i misplaced it as snow. It looked just like snow to. So i slipped, started to scrape myself on sharp edges. Finally, i caught a low, hanging branch off of the side of my mouth. In my mind i thought, "Now, who would want to save me? I'm no one special. I'm just a dog." And that was the last thing that i remembered.

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.:. P R O S P E R .:.
so one day you found her crying coiled up on the dirty ground
her prince finally came to save her
and the rest you can figure out

The white hills loomed dangerously in the distance, threatening the lives of many small creatures- or large ones if they weren't careful enough. Ice slicked the yellow-green, and on top of that was a thick pile of snow, but at least the snowflakes had subsided, leaving the earth in peace. There was not a single cloud in the sky, no ivory or charred, blackened one. Maybe spring was finally showing its face to the cold world. The animals that lived near the tall, almost mountain-like hills knew that Moore and Niroo- the wolf god and goddess- set the snow out in the middle of the night like a cuddling, yet freezing blanket. They hoped to have footsteps in them at the end of the day, but they weren't so lucky. It wasn't safe to be out at night so late, but they could tell that the sky was opening up to a brand new day. The wolves in rule saw from the opening split in the blackened sky that dawn was approaching quickly, like the famous bad god, Skoll, swiftly padding in the underworld. Slowly, minutes dragged by, and the sun shone up the sky like a bright strike of lightning in a ball form. The area of sky was streaked with what looked like blood (which would be Skoll's blood from fighting all of the time) with purple, dark blue, and orange. The yellow sun rose in the sky slower than ever, but finally, after what seemed like hours upon hours to see light, the golden circle reveled, brighter then ever. It itself seemed delighted to see the snow-covered earth. This was Niroo's form. Moore was the moon, Skoll master of death, but he was only just a legend. Not many believed in hell. The two nice wolves in rule were also gatekeepers of heaven, which only some believed that when they died, they would see the famous duo.

Jumping carefully through the thick, deep snow was me. I was handsome sight, an alaskan malamute-looking wolf (but was actually a tundra wolf) with chipping blue pools that glittered brighter than the snow or sun. On my chest were two large splotches, making me look bold and adoring. I padded forward at high speed, bred for this kind of weather, and kinda enjoying it. Normally I was against the thought of playing in the snow like a pup, but today was different. Today seemed happier than any regular day. My plume tail wagged back and forth so quickly that it blended in with the white powder. My legs were coated in a smooth black colour, covering most of my body like a leather jacket. Ears were perked, but not ready for the danger of the day. It was always there, whether it happened a few minutes from now or moonhigh. Snow crunched under my white-dipped paws, along with ice and a few strands of bracken. My tongue lolled from my jaws, creating icicles from the saliva dripped from my maw, but a grin was plastered on my face. Nothing could ruin my day, it was mine for the taking today. No animal in distress could destroy my perfect day, it was already too wonderful to- Suddenly, there was a new scent hanging in the air. And you know what? It was just my luck. Some canine that needed help was selling out some fear scent for the taking. I sighed. As an alpha of my pack, Nepenthes, I would usually jump in and run even faster to help this... I sniffed the air. This Colcannon mutt. I rolled my eyes. I choose to be a neutral pack for a lot of reasons, but my top one was that I hated Retronym for being all evil and Colcannon for being all lovey-dovey nice.

Instincts took over my frozen body, and I raced up to where the sound came from, the first, smallest, not steep white hill. As I quietly trotted forward, I saw a little black speck up there, not even a bit far up. I sighed at the youngster's stupidity, then easily climbed up to it. I stopped and sat down on a rock next to the Colcannon mutt, just looking down innocently as I could. I couldn't stop myself from laughing, though. My chuckles seemed endless, and they echoed all around me, dancing with me in delight. When I finally finished, I stared down at the large dog. It looked almost exactly like me, except it was pitifully small compared to I. It's black jacket was more grey-ish, unlike my sleek, dark fur. I proudly held my posture, standing up on the rock and curling my tail over my back. The sunlight caught my fur, and the land around me glistened. I looked down at the stupid sibierian husky dog and snarled, "Why didn't you just go around the damn hill? It would have been much easier. Anyway, you are a Colcannon mutt, so you must have to climb these to catch prey, no? Am I wrong, or do you steal food like Retronym? Or do these rumors hold up to your pathetic pack? Are you lean and thin from eating nothing for weeks on end, or are you simply a human toy, too lazy to stomp up a stump like this?" I snorted after my fairly short speech. I would offer this retarded dog clinging to a sticking-up weed help, not like I would enjoy it, but I would. Well, later, not right now. This husky looked almost my age- four years- so it could easily take care of itself, like I could. I was no pup. I was Prosper.

But not for long.

Word Count: 1039
Puppet: Prosper
Music: None
OOC: Mmmm. I dunno.