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the scent of brand new books had always allured the puppy’s limited attention span into captivity. admittedly: she could confess that the stacked novels blinding her view of her surroundings were quite dull, not a single one truly enchanting her into fictional euphoria nor wrapping her mind into questioning reality and fantasy. yet the subtle aroma bounded her, holding her nostrils hostage as she skipped through pages, rapidly skimming the repetitive fictions.
wolves and vampires.
the vampires, oh the poor vampires who feared the days, slept the sunlight away and preyed upon the living in the eery nights. the wolves, oh the poor wolves are cursed by the moon, feared they should be with their claws and snouts. oh the abomination, oh how they would never be able to roam the planet in peace. with an exhale and a roll of her orbs, she paced through the paperbacks; determining her next prey through a bitten lower petal and a content grumble.
a hindered smirk urged to form. head tilting as she observed the image closely; two abnormally pale palms cradling a bright crimson apple elegance, she too couldn’t help but double the actions. holding the novel timidly between scooped digits only to have it fall before a familiar set of shoes.
knowingly she felt the rosy glow overtake her features, bashfulness painted over cheeks as she attempts to bury the evidence.