Some of you may have guessed what this is about. The title is a bit of a give away. During 2015, I will be attempting to post a drabble every day. Yikes. I've randomly generated 365 prompts; the first is 'Thistle'. If you'd also like to participate in this challenge, you're most welcome. Hopefully it will help with creativity and fixing a bit of writer's block. Just PM me for the prompt list. You're welcome to write drabbles in any category.

I happen to be in a different time zone than the majority of people on FanFiction. It's already New Years for me, which is why it's already posted.

If you've also read The Poisoned And The Pure, this will prominently feature characters from both it and its sequel. Guess who's up first?

In his dreams, all he sees is black. His dreams consist of colours, of course, textures, images, but the only thing he ever looks at his her. He knows this is the only way he'll ever see her again; burning from the inside out, forming a wail that's not quite his name. He never feels the thunder of his paws against the earth, too late, too slow, never hears it. He only feels a sharp, curious tug in his chest, a thistle, a thorn, a parody of his namesake. Each time he wakes, he wishes she'd taken him with her.