Fang is fire. The sort that both gives life and sometimes can singe you if you're not careful, but mostly the sort that warms away the cold and comforts a lonely soul. She's a light that can overwhelm everything if you become lost in it, but I never feel like I'm lost within her brilliance. If nothing else, I've started to shine again, myself, with her encouragement.
She's a hunter, a protector, and I'm the home she returns to.
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Fang is fire. The sort that both gives life and sometimes can singe you if you're not careful, but mostly the sort that warms away the cold and comforts a lonely soul. She's a light that can overwhelm everything if you become lost in it, but I never feel like I'm lost within her brilliance. If nothing else, I've started to shine again, myself, with her encouragement.
She's a hunter, a protector, and I'm the home she returns to.
[ Geeze, Ursula, no one asked for poetry here. ]