Wind looked out over the countryside, the dying rays of the sun turning his dusty fur to fire. "If it were possible to die from a broken heart.." he hesitated, and turned to meet her gaze, great pain glittering in his gaze. "I would be long gone." Wind gave her a weak smile, the smile of a being who had lost so much, but was forced to continued on without choice. Vi opened her mouth to search for the right words, but Wind just stood up, and without another word he turned and walked back into the den as the last light of the sun disappeared.
That was about my babu wind, who is seriously going through some major character development and is no longer blind I don't think.
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Artbook 4
RandomMmmmm yes I have made it very far Warning: Depressing shit so don't read it if you can't be bothered with it
