what they say about the young
02-25-2017, 10:57 AM
Bloody shoulders and paws. It's a look, really. It's a look and it will continue to be a look as she grows into it. Stark contrast to her siblings. Brilliant and wild. Immensely wild as she moves across the ground. Head high and paws thrumming easily across the ground. Within the plains, there were miles upon miles to see. So many things, so many places. Lilith would find them all. She would see them all. The grass here was up to her shoulders. The shortest, the slightest of her siblings. It could have been the chip on her shoulders, but instead... well, she uses it. An advantage. Something that suits the blood moon born child. She's enthralled with it, loves it. Loves it more than anything. Well suited to being out in the early mornings when they hang, a grey curtain over her shoulders and around her head. Ah yes. Early mornings, already out and alone. Lilith could get used to this. lilith. follow no false light |