<span style='font-family: Times'><span style='color: #42432d'><span style='font-size:30pt;line-height:100%'><i>M i <span style='color: #948853'>t</span> s u</i></span>
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>Mitsu</font> hadn't come far, but his compact legs were burning from the strenuous hike down the treacherous falls. He could feel his muscle grow as each step was sore. The gray male was on his way back to the old coyote den when he decided that he could easily take the risk to visit other places. The climate was so diverse, and so were the regions, so he figured why not take the extra mile? His copper gaze slid over the multiplying trees as he marched deeper within them. This forest wasn't like the Wildwood, it was active. Birds hummed rhythmical hymns, while various rodents scurried about in the dense underbrush. The energetic underbrush rubbed off a little onto Mitsu, his pace became more lively and before he even noticed, he was trotting about through the trees. Anyone could agree that spring did weird things to creatures, but this wasn't the season's doing. There was something else slumbering here, hidden in the moss dressed bark.
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>The</font> forest was a much more natural place for Mitsu to be. The hot springtime sun back in the falls seemed to bask on the dark furs of his back, although it felt cozy against the cool waters, it eventually became much to intense. Here, atop the cool forest floors was where Mitsu belonged. Peace seemed to come naturally. All frothing worry suddenly relaxed. As if injected by Novocaine, Mitsu slowed, suddenly groggy. He eventually sat, and glanced up at the mocking midday sun. He was completely away from himself. The gray wolf had no idea what came over him, but suddenly, he felt the ground vibrate, and somewhere from the backs of the sun bleached trees, a quiet humming entered the daze. It was fabulous to him. His aching legs were nothing now, everything was all of a sudden still - and slow. He felt breathless, but he was too relaxed to interrupt the sensation. He sat there for a while, dreaming under the magical trance. He saw deer, and oddly colored birds come by, curious, before heading quickly back into the trees.
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>Reality</font> soon returned as the magical amazement. He wondered to himself if the grove was safe, if he'd be trapped here by some evil, unknown being. It's what the dreaming did to him. He had to much time to think. Was Mitsu insane - or could everyone feel this? He noticed the few animals he'd seen were quite quaint as well. The marbled wolf stood and shook his coat as if to clear his jumbled thoughts. He inhaled and smelt strong Swift River, but he only smelt Ice. He grew timid now, afraid the odd wolf would come tumbling through the grove to attack him for entering his territory. He knew he wasn't that far in, he knew he was only half a kilometer deep into the grove - but he still thought he was invading. Mitsu stumbled to his feet, and charged out, following his own lonely smell.
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healing hands of love, like the stars shiny shiny from above.
a hand in the pocket fingering the steel.
the pistol weighed heavy.
his heart he could feel was beating
a hand in the pocket fingering the steel.
the pistol weighed heavy.
his heart he could feel was beating