Harlow

Harlow was always a crybaby and often felt overwhelmed by small and seemingly insignificant things, this has made her a lot more intune to the wills and wants of the silent God, she follows his words as best as she can and tries her best to do him justice.

'Those who cry often have a greater understanding of the sorrow that the silent God is trying to eradicate from this world, one weapy lion may soak up the sadness of all those around him.' (White eye 9:13)

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Harlow quietly sobs looking at the beautiful butterfly she accidentally caught under he paws and stepped on. She lies next to it morning the loss of such a gorgeous creature. She tries to appreciate it's delicate and gentle artistry but find it difficult to behind cloudy tear covered eyes.

This makes her weap further. The bent wings are torn and cracked in places the dirt of the ground rudely poking through the mirage of intricate shapes and colours that had been perfectly formed in a chrysalis after weeks of work and dedication.

The time spent creating the easily damaged wings now wasted because of the clumsy mis-step of one reckless cub. The shame Harlow felt cut deep and welled up in her throat and came out in sobs that were swallowed hungrily by the ground, no one could understand this pain.