We meet again
08-30-2013, 01:29 PM
She walked in silence, long legs striding effortlessly from root to root as she followed the scent of a friend. Siarvon. The brute had been there when she joined this pack, and it felt like it had been years since that fateful day, though the moon had risen and fallen only a few times. Her alabaster derma glinted in the moons light, unleashing from within her fur the lights that were her namesake, the vast array of colours glittering on her like stardust as she broke from the shadows and into view. Her hips would sway in a sultry manner as she walked, long tail sweeping through the air. The ivory temptress never failed to make an entrance. "Ahh Siarvon, how are you?" She asked him, her otherworldly voice ringing through the silence like a silver bell's toll. Her faint Russian accent was but a small burr in the silky vocals, the words soft as a whisper. The icy rose let a amile cross her face, the emotionless mask that usually vielled the flawless marble lifted in the presence of the familiar man. She took a seat next to him, resting on her haunches in one fluid movement. She too, lowered herself to the waters edge, letting her long salmon tongue lap up the water, taking in the cool aqua. Due to the tiny creatures living within it that created the glow when contact was introduced, the water had a briny taste, one she was now accustomed to. Lifting her deceptively delicate cranium and regaining a regal pose, she removed the water from her tapered muzzle and waited for Siarvon's reply. Her long, angelic pigmented banner wrapped around her paws, the twin raven's feathers once again dancing a ballet under the moonlight, their ebony lustre turned silver under the lunar reflection. She watched them, her emotions hidden as memories flooded her infinite mind. They were all she had to remember her of her home, of the good times she had with her family before the wildfire ravaged and destroyed her lands. She let those thought trickle to a stop once more, and lifted her head as the feathers lay flush with her coat. Her moonstone orbs glimmered with emotions that would never be known by anyone but the maiden herself. So there she sat, a marble statue shrouded by beauty, by mystery, by the light of the moon. |
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