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"Ghostly Dreams" by jrayeb3
Identity.
That was something Sylva didn't have the time or courage to keep anymore.
Sylva had been a dashing young Lupe, adventurous, newly wed, setting out to sail every other weekend.
What ever he was now wasn't that. Quite the opposite, if anything.
He hid in the bushes, his steps couldn't make a sound had he wanted them to. He slid between walls and just a shimmer of his now pale-blue fur could make a baby Gelert scream for their mother.
In his mind, he would always be Sylva. But in every place other than that, he'd just be The Ghost Lupe.
Ryan was bored.
That sort of thing happened a lot these days. Nothing to do, but he enjoyed every second of it. He soaked in the sun, the sense of relaxation, the fresh island breeze.
He was home.
Home was a strange word for Ryan. He'd had many. Home could be the base where he stayed when he was on duty as a knight. Home could be where he spent his free time with his pals in The Lost Desert. Home could be the places he explored with his brothers.
But if home is where the heart is, home was right here on the beach, his brothers, sisters, friends and family inside the house, baking a feast.
The family had grown an awful lot recently. Two acaras had joined the bunch, and weren't quite adjusted yet. The wocky, clad with an oversized hoodie, took a liking to Ryan instantly. Then there was the bori, the lutari, the gelert...
It was a beautiful, massive, mess.
RJ needed an escape from it.
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Identity. That was something Sylva didn't have the time or courage to keep anymore. Sylva had been a dashing young Lupe, adventurous, newly wed, setting out to sail every other weekend. What ever he was now wasn't that. Quite the opposite, if anything.
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