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White Oaks and Willows
Iridescent feathers flutter down as a silhouette passes overhead, inquisitive I bound over the landscape, following. I come upon a pond with two thirds of it enshrouded by trees, white oaks and willows. Near the edge of the woods I see a pair of angelic wings rising out of the water attached to a body that could make one’s thoughts falter. White oaks and willows. Elegant hands on sleek arms reach up to preen her wings with two inch nails perfect for slicing flesh. Changing into my lupine form I lope through the high grass towards the forest, white oaks and willows. Entering the lush, shadow coated woods I find a fallen tree and rest my jaws upon it, watching, this exquisite temptress from the shade. droplets glisten on the milky white skin of this fallen angel then she shakes her wings scattering them within the white oaks and willows. Raising those tender, deadly hands, she drizzles water over her long, light eating black hair. As it washes over her face she opens her mouth and I notice the meat tearing, deadly curved fangs, if my jaw wasn’t resting on this log it would have dropped. White oaks and willows. Knowing her for what she is (my other half) I slink over to the edge of the pond, but as I touch the water she leaps into the air and she is just a spot in the sky within seconds (so close), leaving me in the white oaks and willows.
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