PristineTears

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Love well last threw anything.

Submitted: November 27, 2007

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Submitted: November 27, 2007

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Turbulent winds whipped her hair across her face like stinging lashes. Boiling clouds swelled in the sky. Whips of jagged lightning broke across the clouds as if imitating what was happening in her heart. Thunder rumbled as if expressing her conflicting emotions.
One crystalline raindrop fell from the clouds glinting in the savage light before falling onto her cheek. A graceful hand rose to gently touch the raindrop as it condensed and beaded and began to run down her face. Her hand shook gently as she pulled it away from her face the raindrop attached precariously to the tip.
Colors and images swirled inside the tiny bead of moisture. One image after another flashed across the tiny mirror. A coyote’s sorrowful howl broke threw the savage storm the noise wrenching an anguished beat from her abused heart.
Lightning flashed brining the clearing into sharp relief. Only feet from her stood a lone wolf. Its fur was as red as the dawn, its eyes as green as shoots of grass. Its eyes.
A sob was wrenched from the bottom of her heart. As if the lightning had cleaved the sky in two torrents of rain began to fall drenching her and the wolf. “Sebastian!” She cried the name of her lost love. The wolf moved closer it eye’s two pinpoints of misery. It’s teethe glinted in a sudden flash of lightning as it towered over her its jaws only inches from her neck.
“My love,” She whispered and threw her arms around the neck of the wolf, accepting what was offered.
 
A hawk lazy drifted across the pristine sky teetering slightly on an up draft. A breeze drifted across the meadow brining with it the smell of spring. Bright shoots of grass waved at the hawk as it flew past. At the far end of the meadow a small grove of trees clustered together, their boughs casting shadows across the ground.
A red wolf slowly walked out from between the trunks its green eyes flashing warily as it scanned the meadow. Neither seeing nor sensing any danger it turned back towards the trees and made a low cooing sound in the back of its throat.
A second wolf much smaller cautiously stepped out of the shadows. Its coat was a combination of black and grey with whips of white cutting across the darkness. Its coat conjured up images of turbulent skies and savage storms. It turned its head slightly searching for her mate. Eyes as blue as teardrops and as pristine as tears glinted in the morning light. She crooned to her mate and moved to his side. The red wolf watched her its eyes glowing with love.
True love is forever; neither time nor distance can separate it. Tue love is forever; neither life nor death can break it. True love is forever; it never fades never dies. True love is forever; search your heart and you will find it can never die. 
 


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