Enchant

"In the depths of war and misery, you strive to make it out alive, to make it to the top. You would do almost anything for that achievement. Trickery; a cunning or skillful act or scheme intended to deceive or outwit someone. Deception, a performance done by the enchanter. Manipulation, something that can easily exploit you. These acts put into play can be dangerous."
~Prepare for Harlow~
Prologue
I ambled along the riverbed, my pads cracked and sore, and the rigged stones did not help. I gazed wearily at the mesmerizing cherry blossoms, their beautiful pink color catching me in a trance. I veered into the river, the water lapping at my tall and lanky limbs, soon reaching my underbelly. The water wasn't cold-- it was wonderfully cool.
Slates of stone litter the body of water. I waded forth and reached one of the numerous rocks, climbing atop it. Surrounding me was endless cherry blossoms. I lowered my snout to the calm waters, drinking the smooth, refreshing liquid. I hummed in satisfaction.
"Harlow."
I turned my head to the ghastly voice. Habitually I would be scared, but I stood still.
"Yes?" I replied. I could not pinpoint the origin of the voice, though I continued to look.
"Who's there? Where are you?" No one responds. I stare blankly into the trees, glorious pink petals scattered onto the terrain, some floating in the river.
The divinity of this area was too captivating. I didn't want to leave.
I felt the need to stay here permanently.
Category:Canines