Blue Leaves

A stain. A speck of dirt stained the beautiful alabaster snow. Yet, there were no protests for the blanket of white substance was slowly melting with the seasonal change. Each step was followed by a soft crunch, indicating the snow was hard and ready to turn into slush. Her paws tingled ever so slightly, the damp feeling resonating within the crevices of her pads. The fur in between each tough bit of skin was soaked and flecked with yesterdays mud. But, the stain did not seem to be bothered by the discomfort for she allowed it to be nothing but a reminder of her very existence. Like a burning itch that reminded you that you were so mortal such a thing could impact your lively hood.

Nevertheless there was a very strong sense of carelessness coming from the creature. Within her years away the creature learned to leave behind her thoughts of what she believed was true beauty. Her malnutrition-esque form was traded in for that of a gluttonous monster. Her body was formed into that of complete disaster. Muscle and fat lined her bones now, causing her to be seen as a brutish being. Yet, the woman embraced this as she normally did. Using her newfound form to her advantage, learning how to literally throw it around in battle and in social aspects. Instead of her previous.. dainty self. She was now literally.. a disastrous behemoth. Increasing her sense of narcissism even more, perhaps making the demented creature even worse then before.

As she took those heavy steps her crimson eyes darted around the passageway she began to enter. The familiar lands never changing, the woman remembers the Col all too well and was thankful that she was alone entering the narrow divet between two heaps of rock. Her shedding winter coat rubbed up against one side of the passageway, causing for her to smile ever so slightly. The feeling was pleasant, for the rocky surface was scratching her sensitive skin ever so slightly. Getting the spots her paws could not reach. - The brute carried on, her ears flicking every which way as she attempted to spot any sort of indication of anyone approaching. Yet, thus far, Schon came up empty handed. As she continued on, the creature seemed rather normal. A normal being sliding through the depths of the Col.