Broken Glass And Broken Hearts (Syrinx)

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A tiny brown dot with white walked along the horizon with care as the sun began to set peacefully. Soon the dot revealed a car with bright blue eyes, and her tail was held to a high standard as the Ice Oracle's paws touched the grass an ice trail forming gently behind her. Ferra stopped at the edge of a cliff her claws locking in the dirt as she stood looking down at the bottom. Wolves Mentioned: none Addressed Wolves: none Notes: "Speech!" /"Thoughts" / "Text"

Moving along in the shadows was the Oracle's most favored thing to do. But there was a time when the sun warmed his face, a time when his sister lived and they went to visit the Valley of Hope rather often. He missed her on this day, for it was the day of her death. Only a year ago had she lived, and now she is a decaying frame in the ground. He moved from complete darkness, standing at the line where lightness dared not to tread. Moving into the light, he felt out of place; without her it almost burned his black coat. The heat wasn't something he liked. Darkness and cold. Thats where he belonged. But as of now the Oracle moved along the edge of a cliff, aimlessly walking.

Moving about the cliff the wind had picked up. It was chilled, but it didn't bother him much. Being in dark cold places regularly made him immune to the icy fingers of the wind. But what caught his attention was the scent it carried, an ice wolf was near by. They had a certain scent to them; it was crisp and smelled of newly laid snow. Moving forward he wished to see the Oracle of Kypo. Having not seen her in sometime he wouldn't have minded a bit of chilled humor at the moment. The thought made his slightly grin, rounding a curve in the cliff he spotted her. "[color-grey]Good evening Ferra. How are you this fine and windy day?[/color]",most thought him to be uncivil. He was pretty well mannered if he said so himself. Oh well, opinions didn't really matter to him much.

(Sorry its late, been busy with school and such..)