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So close, but so far away. Part one(Para)
14 years ago
(attention this is a Boy and Boy fur-love story, i will be writing a boy and girl story after this)
The night was young in the small town of Vanshire, the moon was arise in full mystical glory and the stars accompanied by its side. The strong onyx sky lay above clear and beautiful, as all remained still in the night air. The Van river flowed through the hillside down through the fields, partly enshrouded in snake ferns, all but one small clearing. The large meander of the river had created small shores of pure white sands, that shimmered against the soft sapphire ripples of the cool crisp water. The moonlight shone the the broad branches of golden sycamore trees, as small rabbits drank from the oasis, The place seamed peaceful with nothing but the ambiance of birdsong and cricket chirps. It was tranquil, almost frozen in time. But all to soon small rabbit ears shot up as a snap of a twig came from the surrounding ferns, dust kicked up as tiny paws scrambled for nearby burrows. Then, silence, stillness. A faint rustle came from the ferns once more, shortly followed by a male voice.
"It's just through here." The voices was deep and clear, strong mix British accent. The rustling grew louder as a tall male red fox, emerged from the fern curtain. he stood six foot and had dark brown hair stretching down to his shoulders. Blue denim jeans and a red t-shirt covered his slim almost slender body, his murky green eyes glistened with the water reflection. He stood and took a long look at the beautiful scenery. A second voice came from where he had emerged.
"Moo, i'm, i'm kind of stuck." This voice was lighter than the first, but not by much, it was more american in accent, however seemed more clear than the fox. Moo tuned giving a light giggle. He leaned onto the ferns extending his hand, giving a light tug he pulled a slightly shorter black wolf from the fern covered shadow. He was about five foot four, more filled than the fox wearing baggy grey cargo pants and a white shirt, His short light brown hair flowed in the light breeze. He observed the area with clear brown eyes. "it's beautiful."he said almost losing his voice from awe. Moo walked over to the banking and sat on the cool dry sand, "i knew you would like it Rayne." He smiles and he patted the sand next to him. Rayne sat beside him as moo wrapped his arm around the wolfs shoulder pulling him in close. Moo looked up to the bundling of sycamores above them and pointed to a small hole in the center. "they say when the moon aligns with that point, fire flies gather here. Rayne looked up to where the fox had pointed resting his head on his shoulder "I love you Moo." Moo looked down to Rayne and opened his mouth to speak, but as he did his head was filled with a loud buzzing. He closed his eyes tight and as he opened them he found himself lying in his bed, his alarm sounding for the morning routine. He slammed a fist down upon it, causing the buzzing to stop. "I hate you to the utmost extent!" He growled sitting up in his bed.
(To be continued)
The night was young in the small town of Vanshire, the moon was arise in full mystical glory and the stars accompanied by its side. The strong onyx sky lay above clear and beautiful, as all remained still in the night air. The Van river flowed through the hillside down through the fields, partly enshrouded in snake ferns, all but one small clearing. The large meander of the river had created small shores of pure white sands, that shimmered against the soft sapphire ripples of the cool crisp water. The moonlight shone the the broad branches of golden sycamore trees, as small rabbits drank from the oasis, The place seamed peaceful with nothing but the ambiance of birdsong and cricket chirps. It was tranquil, almost frozen in time. But all to soon small rabbit ears shot up as a snap of a twig came from the surrounding ferns, dust kicked up as tiny paws scrambled for nearby burrows. Then, silence, stillness. A faint rustle came from the ferns once more, shortly followed by a male voice.
"It's just through here." The voices was deep and clear, strong mix British accent. The rustling grew louder as a tall male red fox, emerged from the fern curtain. he stood six foot and had dark brown hair stretching down to his shoulders. Blue denim jeans and a red t-shirt covered his slim almost slender body, his murky green eyes glistened with the water reflection. He stood and took a long look at the beautiful scenery. A second voice came from where he had emerged.
"Moo, i'm, i'm kind of stuck." This voice was lighter than the first, but not by much, it was more american in accent, however seemed more clear than the fox. Moo tuned giving a light giggle. He leaned onto the ferns extending his hand, giving a light tug he pulled a slightly shorter black wolf from the fern covered shadow. He was about five foot four, more filled than the fox wearing baggy grey cargo pants and a white shirt, His short light brown hair flowed in the light breeze. He observed the area with clear brown eyes. "it's beautiful."he said almost losing his voice from awe. Moo walked over to the banking and sat on the cool dry sand, "i knew you would like it Rayne." He smiles and he patted the sand next to him. Rayne sat beside him as moo wrapped his arm around the wolfs shoulder pulling him in close. Moo looked up to the bundling of sycamores above them and pointed to a small hole in the center. "they say when the moon aligns with that point, fire flies gather here. Rayne looked up to where the fox had pointed resting his head on his shoulder "I love you Moo." Moo looked down to Rayne and opened his mouth to speak, but as he did his head was filled with a loud buzzing. He closed his eyes tight and as he opened them he found himself lying in his bed, his alarm sounding for the morning routine. He slammed a fist down upon it, causing the buzzing to stop. "I hate you to the utmost extent!" He growled sitting up in his bed.
(To be continued)
If I watch, you gotta write more, got it? x3