I write things sometimes.
Apparently one word really wanted me to write something. Like three days in a row the prompts fit. I guess I couldn't ignore them forever. YesIknowthefirstsentenceiswonky. Real post later ♥
hawk
Circling high above in the sky, there's a loud screech. He looks up, blinking against the bright sun and barely makes out the dark speck against a canvas of blue. But it's there.
It's the first he's ever seen in this world.
And it's a solemn reminder of who he is, who he always will be.
hawk
Circling high above in the sky, there's a loud screech. He looks up, blinking against the bright sun and barely makes out the dark speck against a canvas of blue. But it's there.
It's the first he's ever seen in this world.
And it's a solemn reminder of who he is, who he always will be.