We were born to die,

The sun had set and the clouds were rolling in. A gentle breeze brushing past her fur, as the fireclad woman stood in the midst of the craig's fields. The sound of a waterfall held in the distance, but the world seemed stand-still as she gazed a forested look upwards to the darkened clouds. The faintest of specks were following down, pure white against her eggnog chest as it clung to — quickly melting against the warmth of her body.

As she breathed in and out, the distinct cloud held to the air.. For winter had arrived.

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