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Waterfall, The Pack

He stands beside me,

In awe of the sight before thee.

His hand has mine.

 

We both look at each other.

Nothing can be told from his eyes.

The eyes of Ashure haze.

 

"Do not be afraid..

We are home."

 

The sound of rushing water,

Crashing into its ever blue.

The beauty of the growth around it.

I call it home.

 

This was the place,

Where the wolves shall be born.

Creation of a pack.

Has just begun.

 

Werewolves alive.

Waterfalls of Beauty.

A family.

For eternity.

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Written by
juliesen-night
24 / F / American
Published
Apr 29, 2014
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20·87
Tags
#love#family#eternity#waterfall#pack#mates
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