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07-24-2014, 09:29 PM
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Death. It was obvious in every aspect of this long burned forest. Everything had returned to ashes, and the whole landscape had fallen into shades of grey. Birdsong was minimal, which was somewhat helpful, since she'd gotten a headache from all the raucous, clashing melodies on her way to this dead land. Tall, dark audits twitched contentedly in the serenity of the minimal silence. Her long tail swept across her heels absently, swinging like a pendulum at her hocks while she swept over the landscape. Ash invaded the space between her small toes, but it was the price one had to pay to gain a little peace around here. Worth it, without a doubt. Her dual toned orbs flicked over the scenery, which was much to her satisfaction, being nowhere close to recovery or anything remotely of the like.

Death's hold here was strong, and that's just how she liked things. If things couldn't be dark and full of places to hide, they had to be filled with carnage of some sort. She was on her own now, which meant that she wouldn't have to argue with someone over where to rest or make a den. Thank the nonexistent deities for that, since free reign over her domain left her with little to worry about. Luscious hips swung to and fro sensually with each fluid stride, a look of disdain plain on her sharp features despite her feeling quite content here. She wasn't exactly able to hide her distaste, since just about everything was not quite to the obsidian bitch's liking. Especially with the fact evident she hadn't fucked anyone in what felt like eons. Not since she'd had to give birth to her ungrateful children, who she still hadn't seen since she'd taken them from Valhalla. The pack itself had also changed hands, which was another thing she'd taken a sense of dark pleasure in.

The onyx wraith found herself standing in the only spot that seemed to be mainly clear of ash, a place where she decided to sit down for a spell. Her hips would lower onto the terra, and the woman let her elbows slowly fall as well. She let out a sigh, resting in a sphinx like pose now, without worrying about sinking into a drift of ash. That would never come out of her fur. Two toned pools would flutter shut, tail tip twitching in a strangely feline manner as she relaxed. If another approached, she would hear them. Nothing to worry about, not quite yet.


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