The fourth fragment - Snow-fang

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27/03/18

               Innocence purer than a new-bloomed lily graced the claws that would have been stained with thoughts of blood and violence. She was the baby, the comforter. Love was the gift she gave and the gift she received. She was the gurgling laughter on a ticklish afternoon, and she was the light that kept the darkness from her family's hearts and eyes. Love was her legacy and mischief its companion.

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Originally posted on the Stories_of_Vernada joint-account :)


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