Another One Bites the Dust

Green orbs shot open as a voice interrupted her slumber. So close, yet so far from sleep. "It was," she forced out words as she raised her head. Forsetia blinked the sleepiness from her eyes. The woman studied the male for a few moments. He was two colors. Dark and light... pure and sinful. It was a way Forsetia saw pelts. She was majority pure, but of course there were very dark markings upon her. Leopard print melted into her white fur, as if the sin were invading her innocent life. Obviously, the whole thing wasn't true. You can't judge a book by its cover. Silence overtook the scene as Forsetia silently questioned why the stranger was here. However, there was no threat in her physical attributes. It sure would have been nice to rest, though.