It had been years since Coyote had felt something other than rage and numbness. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes despite the presence of his temporary traveling companion. The sky overhead swirled and rippled and oozed with colors, dancing ribbons of light arcing from horizon to horizon, sparkling with billions of flecks of hoarfrost. For once, there was peace. For once, he didn't run. He just stood.
Wineblood (c) DemonBird6744
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