Looks Are Decieving

The tall woman walked at a leisurely pace, nothing seeming to threaten her. She was an intimidating sight, long legs and thick ebony fur, marred with russet trailing from the top of her left eye like a scar, then flowing down her cheek, throat and meeting with the flare of colour on her chest that spread to cover her entire front legs. A thick abundance of fur around her neck gave her a feral look, almost like a lion's mane. Sitting down, she wrapped her obsidian tail around her paws to stare at the lapping waves as they caressed the shore. It was a beautiful sight, especially in the morning, the rising sun setting the gleaming aqua into an array of sparks and rippling flames. Her dual coloured eyes, strange as her pelt, drank it all in, absorbing the beauty of the moment before it was gone. She may have looked like a born and bred fighter, but inside she was naught but a pup, sweet, gentle, angelic.

Maybe there would be another to join her and have a nice conversation? She would have liked that, she loved company. She knew if it was going to happen, it would, and watched the water. Getting tired of it, she wandered around the clearing, murmuring softly to herself a song she knew from her childhood.

They don't even know you, all they see is scars, they don't see the angel, livin' in your heart. Let them find the real you, buried deep within, let them know with all, you are, that you, are not, your skin.