Kick Through The Shackles
09-11-2016, 09:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-11-2016, 09:50 PM by Selene I.)
| Small and strong, Selene makes her way over the ground on cracked paws. Summer was in full force, but she was ready for it to not be so damned hot. The hot days, she'd learned, were the hardest. The hardest and the absolute worst. That's what happens when the entirety of your coat was black. Er. Most of the entirety of your coat. The heat is uncomfortable, the cold is uncomfortable, that's pretty standard. There's something beautiful about her on these days. A small creature pushing herself over the stones, bobbing and weaving between the large stones in the shallow water. She's laughing. She's exploring this place, working her way through a strange land. Right, a stranger in a new land. Selene likes to explore, likes to wander, likes to find all the stuff that maybe no one has seen before. Hell, maybe no one will see after. Graceful as ever, someone else catches her eye not a long way off. A girl leaning against a palm tree, garnering a bark from Selene's throat. Tail wagging madly, she lopes and tosses her head, all elastic movements and long limbs as she greets the woman. A long way off, but she doesn't mind. "Hey! Hey, good morning!" Right. Today, Selene is all sunshine and rainbows. Today she's something pure... pure chaos. the scorn of the moon |
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