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StormCloud
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She struck, I had to do it.
(LM)
Photoshop, Wacom, about 4.5 hours.
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How long was I laying down here?
It seemed but a few moments, coming so quickly to pass. Was it more then that? Hours? Days?
Years?
The black cat sat there, motionless, in the shadow of the great, dead tree. The clouds of the passing storm were being slowly cleared away by the wind, away to another horizon, far from here. His gray-blue eyes followed the clouds, longing to be taken by the blowing wind to the new horizon, where the clouds go when they are no more.
How long was I laying here?
That cat never stayed in one place too long. He never had a place he could call home, nor others to call family, or friends. He was always alone, and he was always wandering.
He would have believed that, chosen than - a life of wandering, over a life of running away. Which one was it? Both? Perhaps. Perhaps he has been running away.
His furry tail stirred, and he rose to a sitting position, exposing a white, small V-shaped patch of fur on his chest.
He wasn't all black.
The wind finally fades away, and now the air stood heavily about, motionless. A sour taste came to the cats mouth, a taste only he could sense - the flavor of impending doom; the dish of death the reeks of nothingness.
He would have to go on, soon. On where his legs take him, following the path of the wind, vigil for a coming storm.
He would go on soon, but for now, he sits in the shade of the dead tree, waiting for something that could never happen.
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