Title: The Snow Angel
Author's Comments: I'm sitting here in our school library not doing my work and I decided, to pass the time, to write a little sumthin' sumthin' for y'all. Besides, I'm bored as all hell. This shot was inspired by a picture. Email me if you want to see it, since is being a twat. I usually use pictures for inspiration…
Yay me.
She was motionless. I had no idea how long she'd been laying on the riverbank like that, her feathery white wings barely spread out. The tip of her right one had not moved from the icy black water that she was only feet away from. I myself had been sitting a ways away, letting the snow lay a thin blanket over my gray fur.
She seemed melancholy – deep in thought. Her fingers had stopped playing with the shoulder of her black dress a long time ago, and she'd seemed to relax and stretch out a little more. Despite how cold it was, her clothing did not suit the temperature and I could see how pale she was even from where I was sitting. If it hadn't been for that black dress splayed out on the ground about her legs, I might not have noticed her against the backdrop of white she layed upon.
Hesitantly I lifted my hindquarters and walked to her, my paws leaving prints behind me in the snow. As I drew nearer my steps slowed, my bushy tail waving less and less behind me until it was motionless and I was almost standing upon her. She still had not moved. Did she not notice I was there? Was she not afraid?
My nose, dried by the cold air, lowered to sniff discreetly at her hip. She had almost completely lost her scent, so I walked around her. This time my nose sifted through her golden brown hair as I inhaled, and I definitely smelled more of an aroma about her. It was still faint, though. Lifting my head, my yellow eyes bore into her grayish blue orbs and I realized she wasn't blinking. I lightly licked her cheek and her skin was freezing against my tongue.
A whimper filtered through my throat; it was too bad. I quietly layed down beside her and rested my head on her collar, closing my eyes. The poor Angel.