Memories
05-03-2016, 02:38 PM
Ashen blue and russet red blurred as a figure sprinted across the land. Muscles rippled under the smooth but thick coat of the petite women. Firey orbs glowed with the pure joy of feeling her own power within her limbs. The long scar across her shoulder, seasons old now did not hinder her movements. Her body was not scarred much aside from her shoulder and nick in her ear, she had no other visible scars. No it was her heart the was burdened with scars. But they were healed. Her years spent alone had made her stronger. So was no longer so naïve, she did not loose her cool over small things. Sure she could be hot headed still, stubborn too, and maybe even seen as arrogant. But she was an Armada, a daughter of Isardis. To say he left no impression on her would be foolish. Yes she believed her bloodline was the best. But unlike her father she did not seek to claim all and use violence to get what she wanted. No she was much more like her mother Eris, tender and thoughtful. She huffed out a sigh to break from her thoughts. Tail waved high in the air, her trade mark habit. It felt so great to be home in the north. She missed the taste of penguins, of seal and other northern prey. There was nothing like it. Sure deer, elk and what not was good. But prey from lands she knew, that she was born it, was just so much better. Pink tongue darted out to lick her lips as she slide to a stop. Orange red orbs scanned the submerged woods and paused in shook. In the distance to her right stood a male. She was not expecting to run into anyone. And it would be too late to retreat as she stood out in the open. There was something familiar about him but the marking over his eye was distracting her. Why did she have this feeling she knew him? She felt a pulling towards him but that red marking kept her frozen to the spot. Head tilted to the side in confusion and debating if she should call out. |