11.12.12

part un.


The girl had been warned. "Protect your heart," they had whispered over and over again. But she was different from the others; witty, invincible. I won't fall for the wolf's tricks, she told herself, wandering through the dark woods. Shadows suffocated the terrain below her feet, making the girl stumble; her pale knees bloody.  Tree fingers grasped each other overhead, the faint hoot of owls hung ominously in the autumn air. Yet, wanderlust fierce in her indigo eyes, she carried on still. And as she trudged deeper into the belly of the woods, he found her. The sweet aroma of her soft, alabaster skin drawing him to her; he could smell her innocence from miles away.. 
To the girl's eye, the wolf looked nothing like a wolf; with warm eyes the color of milk chocolate, russet skin that had been deepened from days under the sun, and only the top of his head covered in thick ebony hair. Though his full-lipped smile appeared dear and affectionate to the girl, the desires of his heart were anything but. They were that of an animal; carnal and salacious. He wanted her virtue, and most of all, he wanted the timid, naive heart he could hear beating softly behind her rib-cage. 

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