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He wandered about the streets, gazing at his claws. What good were they? He couldnt protect his beloved wife, or his newly born son. He held his son closer to him. He needed to find out where she went. She needed him, and their son needed her.
A strange woman grabbed at his jacket, and started to moan. "Sir! Sir! Please, you have to help me, " she cried, " My daughter..." She held out a small child, with hair that was pure white. "You have to take her, before they come. They'll kill her!" The woman looked up at him from under her cloak. She looked like she may have been beautiful at one point, with the same long snow white hair as the child, and blue markings on her face. Her eyes were a startling white, but she was dirty and crazed looking.
He reached out and held the child, who slept peacefully. "She looks like an angel..." he whispered, and she seems about the same age as his son. "I'll raise her as my own daughter, and she wont know otherwise."
The woman smiled. "Oh thank you sir, you have no idea how much this means to me, sir..." tears ran down her face... and she ran away, shouting thank you.
He looked at the child again. "She has the same markings on her face..."
He kept walking. Back to where his beloved was.
 purplerosesbeauty · Thu Jan 01, 2009 @ 09:29pm · 0 Comments |
