Snowball X Grassy 소설 & 이야기

It looks like blood sprayed across the snow. Instead of finding a lockbox so Bronx can put clothes on, I roll in the icy mud of the Blood River. The rusty iron stains my thick white fur and it cakes itself into red icicles on my wet coat. I shimmy on my back to really grind it in and slide on my stomach, then roll back and forth to make sure I get it into my sides. Before I walk away, I bury my face all the way in until the frozen ground stops me. I give a hard snort to make sure it’s not up my nose.

“Take me there.” Xanth turned his horse away and Ryder followed on his, he saw the body half buried in the snow before his horse got closer, and he jumped down, walking the rest of the way to where her body was. He got down on one knee and used his fingers to move her hair out of her face. Her hair had been soaked with blood and her eyes were still open, his gaze traveled down to her neck where he saw the thick red line that cut across.

The location matched. He pointed at the ground. "Clear this entire patch. All the snow." Thorgan had no idea what Cyrus wanted, but he had already decided who his boss was. He did not argue. He stepped forward, planted his feet, and raised both hands toward the snowfield. Ice-blue light filled his eyes. Cyrus felt a familiar pulse roll off him, the same clean surge he felt when he used precision shot. The snow in front of them began to tremble. Days of snowfall had compressed into a dense slab, nearly solid ice. It split with dull, heavy cracks.

The high meadow lay cradled between two jagged ridges, a wide bowl of snow-dusted grass frozen hard beneath the winter sun. Wind moved constantly here, sweeping down from the glaciers with a low, constant moan that carried the scent of iron and pine. The sky stretched vast and pale above, the kind of sky that made every sound feel sharper, every movement more exposed.

I was at my wit’s end now. “We’re going home.” Xandrios smiled as he guided the cab into a quieter block farther away from the hospital. The car stopped in front of a charming house with a paved spacious driveway, ample parking space and fencing all around. But what took my breath away was the beautifully landscaped garden covered with snow. I was sure in summer when the ice melted, I would see the grass and flowers clearly. I could almost envisage the scene in my mind, and it took my breath away. “Do you like your new home?” He leaned in to whisper once we got off the cab.

The Lombartti family will cease to exist in this world. Thomas and I were at this bar on the east side of town, and I was looking at this beautiful woman. Good Lord, she was beautiful. She had waist-length curly kinky hair, caramel skin, legs that went for days, and a face that I knew if she smiled, it would light the whole room. I don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and started to press my drink into Thomas’ chest. “ Sir? Sir? Where are you-” His voice faded as I walked further and further away from him. I walked up to the chair and I could smell her. She smelled like Shea Butter and ocean waters, like she had bathed in a candle and lotioned up with Shea Butter.

She could finally leave this relationship that had given her nothing but scars. "Why is there snow at the venue?" Xander blinked, his gleaming eyes when he saw pictures of the exhibition Natalie had coordinated. He looked a little bewildered. It was obvious that he was very interested in the exhibition. "That's because this is a winter art exhibition combined with snowboarding," Natalie replied. "Snowboarding?" Xander's curiosity was instantly piqued. "Can you snowboard, Ms. Whitman?" "Of course." At the mention of her area of expertise, Natalie put on a confident smile. "I'm even a second-tier snowboarder!"

He tore out into the forest, Jeremy nipping at his heels. They started on the usual loop, the ground soft beneath his paws. Snow swirled down from the sky, gathering in his fur, and sticking to the bare branches of the deciduous trees. Tall pines and blue spruce rose to the sky, dotted with bits of snow. They left paw prints behind them in the thin layer of white, tearing up clouds of it as they tore past. Alyx knew he should be weary of ice, but he was having too much fun.

All that I can think about is Shinee's hand touching mind, before my feet find ground. All everything appears around me, I stumble backward until I fall onto the ground. It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. In fact, it's cold, and wet. Blink a few times, I look around. Snow. It's bright, white and pristine, in perfect clumps scattered across all that I can see. It's slumped on tree boughs, and most impressively, across mountains that span out across the horizon, the stunning night sky an artistic backdrop.