[aw] say it ain't so,
11-19-2016, 11:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-20-2016, 03:01 PM by Io..)
Optics of lavender churned out through the dense, bright forestry, striking yet reserved as ever. Her silver brows remained stagnant, yet the winter had played with her hue as per it's usual ways, giving the ivory femme the dark silver points she usually bares. Her usually ivory hue, rich with milk was stained at the edges with a very light dusting of the sun kissed air. Frigid as it was, the frost of the morning made dew at the tips of her slender pelt. Her flat, small pads tucked beneath her small bodice where she lied. Forepaws drawn out before her, stretching at the end of long, slender legs. Long and narrow maw failed to lift as of yet as her gaze had just opened to the morning mist. In the up-most of near silence the young femme rose to her delicate, small feet, standing no taller than the stump of a great pine, her petite and fit young figure, stained with dark silver about her, a gentle shake and flush of a slight headache ridiculed her frontal lobe for a moment, like a powerful flow of emotion and reaction she froze where she stood, nearly riddled immobile with momentary pain. The pain was more internal than ex. Her mind was tired, as were the strands of musculature fragments that stretched over her body with a lean frame. Her heart ached, but not for anyone in particular. Her stomach churned for sustenance, her next line of sight once she let herself press pause on her own life. |
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