{"sf1_id":675782,"sf2_id":"yndWLrVm","title":"blood cycle","author":"cainfoxy","words":150,"posted_at":"2014-03-05T04:20:00.000Z","tags":["Blood","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/675782-blood-cycle","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndWLrVm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=675782\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of poem fate","content":"my blood runs red in to the riverbed. A sading sight of the cycle of life. As i walk i see a sight of fire light. long away but a glow to crave. For the neaer i get the more i hear. the cracking and poping of new life embrace. For a forest i found of tree's new birth to the earth. A beutifull sight of the cycle of life. Now i stray down the way. The wind stings my face and show's a way. A smell of pure delight. I find my self in a flower plain of sweet sight. A sound of pain distrubs my rest. As i gaze to the sound.I see a wolf of pure gray with patchs of shineing red upon it face. A rabbit lie dead in front of it way. So sad but so good in it ways in the cycle of life.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poem fate","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/675092-demon-cruse.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/676658-love-maze.json"}}