Willow-Wyvern

And there was a day that the Doctor walked the Earth and in the middle of a city street, unnoticed by the bustle of the majority of hasty, human lives, he stopped. His gaze cast upon the pavement and there lay the most beautiful creature in all of existence. Breath caught in his throat; his twin hearts ached. Tears of utter revulsion and sorrow prickled the whites of his eyes, for the creature, this most perfect of entities, was quite dead. The Doctor looked around. He was not alone. Leaning against the side of a car was an adolescent human, watching the scene with nonchalance. Not far away was a businessman perched on a bench, occasionally