i hear voices.
07-31-2013, 06:56 PM
Oh a busy busy bee she had been. Constantly up and about. Her legs were getting quite tired and her pads were nearly frozen. She had made shelter in the vessel that the pale skins left behind. She assumed it was from the pale skins. She saw what they painted on the walls of the caves. If they were able to do all that then they must have created the shiny thing! She hadn't a clue really, and not a care. She trekked up the slope with a curious tinge in her yellow orbs. She had not a single clue of what was ahead. Curiosity killed the Cat. Good thing she was a Dog! The demoness trotted through the thick snow. Her paws engulfed by snow with each step. Her fur was toned with earthy colours but littered with crimson liquid. It was dry and caked into her pelt. The blood was from Moose. She rolled within her kill. The woman loved playing with her food. The blood was the best part. It marked her as deadly. Being feared was wonderful. Even if it was a mere fawn. Wolves still took the blood as a caution. She reached the top bit of the peek. Her eyes feasted upon a lovely sight of ocean. She breathed in the fresh air. She looked down and had a bit of a shiver. She had always been horribly afraid of heights. She did not know why. It just struck her with a horrid fear. The woman backed up slowly but still admired the view. Her tongue slithered across her scarred muzzle. She did enjoy the water, though. She did not enjoy many things that come from the spawn of nature but this was one. The other being death itself. Death was all in nature, right? Right.. "speech" |
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