SLEEP
ya, i know your probably expecting me to talk about how tired i am because of the title right? Nahh i wouldn't make you sit through something that boring, instead im going to tell you about dreams, the pretty place were i exist
At first it was a dark grey warm feeling, and then it took shape and then splashes of color. My face was being lapsed with /something wet...and then i understood what the heavy weight on my chest was, Rukia.
"Rukia, get off me!"
i scoffed and shoved the horse sized smokey Grey wolf off of me, i climbed out of bed and looked at the big red numbers of my alarm clock 7:30 am, i groaned and flopped back down on my bed. It was obvious i wasn't going to get anymore sleep' at least not with this sack of flees hangin around anyway, i pulled myself back up and started to get ready for the long day ahead of me.
And of course, with my luck i should have expected this, i looked around the crowded streets, searching for at leas ta spec of grey, how do you loose a wolf the size of a stallion? and of course my answer would be that if it was any 12 ton slab of fur it would have been impossible, but unfortunately this is Rukia we are talking about.
"Rukia, Rukia, were are you?"
suddenly i was violently pushed to the side,
"Hey, watch where ya-"
The words died in my throat once i caught sight of the red and white royal gaurd uniforms, i sucked in my breath hoping they didn't hear me, they must not have because they continued to push people out of the way of the big white chariot that strolled on by with no hesitation. People seeing the chariot practically trampled each other to get out of the way, the white and red meant only one thing, prince Damian Roswell the fourth was back. The Royal family was despised by there people across the nation for there cruel treatment and unriches taxes. A cold wet nose pressed into the palm of my hand giving comfort to the growing panic, i looked down into the smiling bright eyes of my wolf, who had no idea of the chaos that was about to befall the kingdom.