These walls aren't talking
06-23-2017, 12:08 PM
| nyx, 243 words | |
| The journey here from the South was easy, though on hindered paws it was an annoyance. The Praetor woman was getting tired of traveling. For a whole year she had done nothing but travel; nothing but running from her past. She'd came across this place very recently, which seemed to be brimming with life. So she'd decided to stay a while, perhaps get a feel of the land and the establishments and perhaps join one of the groups. It would certainly be a welcoming peace of mind to have a pack once more, to look after her and vice versa. In truth, she'd missed her old life. But there was no going back; not after what had happened. So she continued on, loping across the sandy beach of the new area she'd come across. It was some kind of delta, split into three rivers which dispersed into the ocean which surrounded the land mass. Her thick grey-scaled coat fizzed out from the humidity, making her look even larger than she already appeared. A blank expression hid the many emotions playing inside her mind - lost, confused, even a little scared. It took her completely out of her element. All her life, Alis was the stronger one, the faster one, the headstrong one. It was an odd, unforgiving feeling of dwelling that resided inside her now. But all she could bare to do was just continue along the path ahead of her ruby-eyed beauty. | |
| table by robber | i don't need any apologies |
