Beneath the Weeping Willow

[krystalwolf]

Willow sat still, staring at the trees, her heart thudding hard against her chest. She licked her lips, wondering what she was doing here. She had not lost anyone as far as she knew, she just came, just appeared without meaning. Willow looked down at her paws, hoping her family was ok. . . somewhere out there. . .
Willow's tail hit the ground as she stood up, this place made her feel sad. Even when she knew she had nothing to be sorrow about. Willow looked at her light brown paws, if only. . . Willow gave a cocky look and began paying her respects to the graves, people's loved ones were buried beneath her paws, she shouldn't toss her head now. . .

Willow looked at the full moon, remember an old tale that her grandfather told her, werewolves, they appeared during the full moon, part man, part wolf. Willow remembered how she used to believe her father's fictional stories, but soon grew out of such tales. Willow felt her fur brush against something and saw a small stone, marking where someone had been buried. She hoped that they were happy where ever they were.

Willow turned her head and cocked her ears forward, thinking she had heard thunder, her eyes rose back to the sky, the moon had disapeared. Willow shook her head, she was stupid to let herself get caught in a storm. She padded under a weeping willow tree just as it began to rain. Willow laid down, knowing that she would have to wait the storm out.

[shadoahrhelm]

Not far from the unsuspecting Willow, a small dog lay quietly upon a grave's tombstone. Not so much as a stone, but a statue. A snow white angel, arms outstretched, a book in her hands. On this book was the dog's favorite spot to lay, to watch the life of the yard.

The dog snickered to herself, Life... it seemed such a small thing, insignificant one might say, especially when viewing it in a graveyard.

Attention drawn back to the other, she watched as they made their way to a willow tree, shuddering from the rain.

Rain? The air certainly didn't smell like rain... She frowned, looking up to the sky. Perhaps she should follow suite of this other canine, find shelter in a tree somewhere... but the hold of the tomb was too strong. The occupant was unknown to this female, and yet, such a bond was known between her and the angel that stood watch, always staring into the distance, that strange smile plastered on her face...

[krystalwolf]

Willow glance up, having the eerie feeling of being watched, she stood up and looked around, not really catching eye on anything, she turned around and padded over to a tree, sniffing it, wondering if anyone had left any scent markings and who they were. . .

She glanced up, before she really caught any scent, the feeling was growing, her mind was playing tricks on her, she shook her head. Who would be watching her this strange storm took place.

((Sorry it was short and took a while to post))