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Red as Dawn

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lonely. One disowned from their coven The other casted away for their "unnatural" beliefs Were put on this Earth as moral enemies, or well supposed to be Since when do immortal beings obey the rules of the universe anyway? [ Unedited ]
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Chapter 1 - White as...well, snow | 01 |

I had a lot in common with the snow.

We both were cold and had a slight glisten in the sun.

You know that feeling you experienc when you see the first winter snow? How you get so excited to do all the fun snow activities, but then you forgot to put on those extra layer of pants your mother had told you to and now your bums wet? Now the snows no fun, and now you are sent inside.

That's how people see me, without the wet bum of course.

"Oh! How could I possibly forget? I'm the same shade as it!" I passive aggressively mumble, continuing my inner monolog verbally; holding my left arm in a manner comparison.

I take a useless breath in

It's ok, it's all ok

Or so I tell myself.

Letting my body fall in defeat toward the ground in front of me, trying to come back to my senses.

I turn my head to the left,

Ah! So if you would take a look on our left, you would see snow

I then turn my head to the right, eyes closed with a tight smile being forced on my face,

And if you would now look to our right you would see, what is that? Ah! More snow!

Pat

Pat

The noise pulls me out of my self loathing, bolting my head up while my body fixs itself in a position of a push up.

I freeze.

Quickly, I wipe all the snow off my face and try to discover the direction the noise had come from; hoping it wasn't my conscience playing a trick on me,

You've gone insane

Pat

Or maybe not

I don't move a muscle; which isn't relatively hard, as I search my surroundings.

Right

Up

Left

Dow- ha!

Quickly, I race to my left where I had spotted indentations in the snow near the acres of trees.

Squatting, I. examining the prints in the crystal snow

Paws?

They're a little to small for a bear

But to big for the average dog

Obviously there was only one thing I could possibly do from here.

I follow them,

Of course.

The trail abruptly stops as they begin to round a bush.

I begin to lean over the green bush with a white sparkling coat.

Oh shi-