Ningyou looked up to dusty powder blue sky. He lay there contentedly, admiring the serenity of his hometown. for as long as he can remember, he lived with his mother, his older sister, Nashaara, and his pet cat, Cho, who lay purring on his chest while Ningyou petted him. The soft grass tickled his neck and the tree sheilding his eye from the suns harmful rays, and the smell of the breeze carrying the scent of detergent swam through his nose. As he layed there, frozen in time, warm and happy, his eyes began to close, and he fell asleep...
Misstress Yuumi · Sun Feb 11, 2007 @ 02:06am · 0 Comments |