AnthansasioBrenin

Chapter 1: Cold A small (H/C) pelt with (F/C) stripes attempted to press itself in the corner of the box for warmth, shuddering violently; the creature's large sparkling (E/C) eyes looked around helplessly for anyone who would help it. Meanwhile... Markus Williams grumbled a few French curse words that were supposed to be directed at his elder brother, Mark then sighed; brushing his strawberry blonde hair out of his violet red eyes. His warm breath creating streams of smoke to brush against the cold air of the winter afternoon, his dark aviators sat on top of his head; his hair pulled back into a ponytail. His red mountie uniform and