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Jan 7
the wind terrified
howling vague forces slamming chaos
what would become of the world?
shaking, he braced himself against her
eyes alert, ready to attack
she stroked his head gently, cooing comfort
wrapped around him like a blanket
he calmed slightly, after a while
shakes subsiding into the pillows
tail uncurling from between his legs
still pressed hard against her
his emotional support human
Written by
owls at dawn
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     Francie Lynch and TangerineBlu3
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