SharaHeart

Silence. It filled the Doctor Wolf’s office for what felt like an eternity. The red and black stallion lay stiff clutching to his precious top hat as the ominous ticking of the grandfather clock, and the soft scratching of the Doctors pen were the only sounds to keep him sane. Neither the wolf nor the pony had spoken for some time.  Toon Kritic’s gaze was fixated on the Doctors beautiful Chandelier. The blinding light that emanated from it didn’t faze him since the pony feared for what the white wolf was writing, and of what he thought of his lengthy monologue. Mere moments ago, Toon had just finished pouring his heart and