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The moon dog
"That wolf was young and fair, rare coloring of the fur you know. Black all over with white tips and her tail a tinge of blue with her ears a bit of purple. Those eyes she has…. my my what eyes they were. One eye looked of an icy blue and held the future the other of a coal black, which held the past, her powers were great in many aspects, she was an unusual one. Her paw prints looked like hearts and her claws were the longest I have ever seen in my millennia, the insides of her ears were of snow white, her teeth were humongous and white as the hair on my head, with her nose of white. She was beautiful, every girl was envious at her grace and tail which followed after her in a flow like a vile, her fur felt like silk that is why many hunters and collectors wanted her pelt or for…. certain other reasons for themselves. Selfish things they are, they spread lies about the wolf saying she's not only that but human and goddess of some crap like that. Never believe anything I hear from them, nope, not a word but it spread like wild fire and now everyone wants a piece of her."
A black robe with a white belt wraps around the old man as he sits on his rotting maple rocking chair. His white fur was falling with every move and bright pink patches could be seen on his head, muzzle, and tail. One of his ears were flopped and rat bitten and the other was perked atop his head on alert, they finely sit on his ragged, messy fur. It fell over his eyes and some onto his small monocles, which sat on his muzzle loosely, his whiskers were gray and most were missing and drooped. His foot paws were firmly placed to the boarded ground and his paws on the arm rests of his chair, the pads were white and dried out and his claws were jagged and curled from lack of grooming though his fur stood a dazzling white the rest of his body was in horrible shape. He gave off a sharp sigh through gummed jaws and continued on.
"I am quite rare too, there are only 3 on my kind including me left in this world, we don't know one another but we leave signs that only we understand in our language. I am getting old and the sand in my timer is running to the bottom quickly, I only have a few grains left but I can tell as much as I can before that time. That wolf was named Margallo which means in our language "All" Its more powerful of a name then a three letter word. I don't know but I sense something coming far off into the future but I can't quite put a paw on it, I know it will come soon enough…maybe to save my race, I don't know just a silly thought is all. That Margallo was just like my race; she had an animal form, a transformation, human, and demon like forms. It makes me wonder why she never saw fit to find a mate, sure all demons loved her and wanted her to bear children because of her off the chart status but she declined them all, even the handsome ones. She didn't want anything to do with them even though she morns over not finding love –"
The old demon stopped mid sentence and slowly lowered his scruffy brows over his eyes and his body relaxed in the chair as his breathing slowed to a halt. A soft wind blew around his body in a whirl and leaves circle with it, overhead the sun turned to moon and stars appeared in the sky. They twinkled bright and began to form a picture, a constellation of the old demon except he was at the perk of his prime, chest out, shoulders back, face forward, and tongue lolling out to the side of his mouth in his dog form. His body was surrounded by a sparkling light and the wind disburse to show him as a statue of gold, the wind came back and flowed around him taking the gold apart and making him disappear. All that was left was a purple gem that looked like a crescent moon on the once occupied rocking chair."
I hope you all liked that one and look I made it longer. R&R thanks a lot.
-Midnight
