PlainYellowFox

Tremble Ribbon Written by A Plain Yellow Fox Under no glare of moon but shadows shade, there laid a young Imperial woman. Her skin glinted coldly and shook feverishly in the late night. Dew had set, and with hardly a rag of gossamer, she was chilled ever through. Her breath curled under her chin, falling heavily against her exposed hide. Tresses of mahogany hair trailed her back. This brought a bit of warmth to her, but only gently. Summoned by ill design, a wandering timber trotted by. The wolf seized her heart in his eye. His back trailed tresses of his own, though coarse and sun-stained. Struck motionless, the wolf stared at his great f