I want to break every clock the hands of time could never move again
Summer storms had come and gone and left his world damp and soft. Overhead, the sky was a darkening palette of shades of lavender, red, and pink, the kind you could only ever find in the sky. Pale plumes of clouds were strewn across it, each with their own silver lining brighter than any of the distant stars that stood watch over this place. The sort of quiet that resonated through the forest he’d come to know well never went away, and tonight there was only the sound of far-off raindrops falling and dripping to drown out the sound of his paws squishing through the mud and moss.
He'd never ventured to these parts before. He knew Darkwater Rapids like he knew his own heartbeat, and he'd spent some time around Secret Falls itself and its many waterways; this evening, he was west of the cascade, somewhere between his own heaven and the mountains that separated this world from the one he'd left behind. Slipping through the forest like a ghost in the night, Kade had begun a swift ascent along a rocky outcropping that rose above the forest. The ridge's rocky surface was littered with smaller stones that made his paws slip from time to time, and after a while the earthen, grassy features of the land below faded away. Up ahead, he could see the salmon-colored sky where the forest seemed to open up. When he got there, he wasn't prepared for what he saw.
It was a quaint meadow, adorned with wildflowers that seemed as though they didn't really belong. The far side of the meager field dropped off, and a cautious look over the side revealed a tapered cliff that eventually disappeared as if it were swallowed up by the forest below. Where the forest was dark and shadowed behind him, before him was a picturesque view─what seemed like all of the east of Relic Lore, bathed in summer sunset, the fluffy columns of clouds in the sky lined with silver and gold. Serpent's Pass loomed in the distance; in the time he'd spent in the forest, he'd nearly forgotten how impressive and treacherous they were. Its peaks were crested with caps of white where the sun still fell, and shadow seemed to drip down its crags and twists as daylight slipped away and left its valleys in twilight darkness. Between the hidden meadow and the mountains soared a single raptor, gliding motionlessly over the woods like a winged guardian. A sharp wind blew across the grasses and bushels of flowers, rustling across his chest and up his back, sending a shiver down his spine.
The greying man sat for a time, nestled cozily among the grass with only the scene of peace to see and the sound of the wind to hear.
I Want To Be Your Last First Kiss
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