There is a song, blessedly beautiful, by someone with a heart as true as north, but the lyrics no longer apply to me. But when I hear it, I find solace in how much I've grown, now writing the lyrics to my own new song. Treading the beach's sandy shores, my heart submerged in the great big ocean, nevermind if said heart still can't swim, I worry about the hearts that can no longer drown. Are the hearts that can fly, no longer able to fall? But for all the oceans majesty, what I love seeing most is its tide finally wash away the trail left by my feet. Where I have been is now as visible as it is relevant. My memories are precious but I don't live there anymore. Liberated from chasing yesterday, lifted to embracing the here-and-now, I build my house in the present. The past, washed clean, washed beautiful, by the grace of these blue stained waters, nothing left in the sand, nothing to do but walk forward. It may still be the same life, but has a different view.
Current Residence: California Favourite style of art: Anthropromorphic Operating System: windows 7 Favourite cartoon character: Minerva Mink, vulpix & ninetails, renamon, MLP:FIM-rarity and Princess Celestia Personal Quote: Find your own voice (from dear princess Celestia on facebook)
The following morning after eating breakfast at the Mist Mountain inn, Keith accompanied Veronica to her family’s estate in the Silence Mist Forest; the drive from Town of Silver Lake to the Fox Tail estate took about half an hour to make the trip through the forest. The view was spectacular as a light fog settled in on the eastern white pine and eastern red cedar forest, giving the driver an almost mysterious and magical quality as if they just drove into an enchanted forest of a fairy tale book. At the milepost, Keith leaves the smooth asphalt-covered main road and turns onto a gravel road. He followed the gravel road for another mile till he stopped and parked in front of a substantial black wrought iron gate with an embossed seal of a fox tail on it. "Hey, Veronica!" Keith exclaims, reaching his five-fingered clawed handout and placing it on Veronica's shoulder before gently shaking her to snap her out of the enchanting view of the forest around the Fox Tail estate. "Huh! Oh?
It was five pm New Sirius standard time sitting in the family room of a single-family Spanish colonial home in the South Angle Lake District of the City of New Sirius. Getting ready to watch a huge football game on the T.V. was a handsome, rich brown colored wolf morph in his late twenties with textured crop rich brown colored hair. His 6ft 1in muscular canine figure was attired in navy blue cooldri lightweight polo shirt and a light gray wash men's tapered athletic fit jeans. On his eleven and one-half inch, long, rich brown socked pawed feet were gray stylus sage men's sneakers. A rich brown torpedo-shaped tail sucks out a hole in the back of his jeans. This male wolf morph was New Sirius Police Detective Keith Sterling. (Ding-dong) “Huh? Who could that be?” Keith asked himself. As Keith opened the door, a stunning rich brown hybrid vixen morph was standing out in her late twenties with textured, rich brown colored hair. Her 6ft even elegant canine figure was attired in French
It has been two weeks since the hunt team of Jennifer Talbain, her mother Victoria Talbain, Marie Renault, and her mother Fayette Renault arrived in Great Plains barony search for practitioners of black magic. During that time, the hunt team has disguised themselves as a mercenary unit looking for employment called Ghost Wolf Mercenary. During that time, the regular customers of High Hill inn have begun to get suspicious of these four female morphs sitting among them as none of the female morphs have attempted to find employment as mercenaries. In the main campsite located a mile from the inn, Cavalier Victoria Talbain pip-pops in her bare pawed feet back and forth trying to figure out a solution for their current problem to maintain their ruse as mercenary must find employment as a mercenary unit. So far, the prospects of work as a mercenary unit would put her at odds with her own Empire. "Excuse me, Colonel.” A male wolf soldier said. “Yes, sergeant?” Victoria