sunsets and icy jets
08-09-2013, 05:49 PM
~*~ The wolf laughed at the cat's words, seeming all too eager to heed them. Good. It was nice to meet a canine who actually had a little thought to her head and spunk to her step. Silverback watched, as with a final fling of lovely words and a graceful bow, the she-wolf took her leave; her vanishing act taking her back away from the lake and it's towers of ice. Silver let her own opinions and thoughts remain silent in her head. She made no goodbye, for the other fae had not seemed to think one necessary. The feline, merely turned and, with a leap to dazzle the ages, scaled the shattered ice cliffs of the frozen archway. Upon the top was a fine layer of snow, she batted at a bit before curling up in a ball, with her tail wrapped about her for warmth. If she looked off and away before her new hieght would've afforded her a glimspe of the small black shadow - the fellow wanderer off seeking some final destination - but she did not. Her eyes were quickly closing as she welcomed back the old friend of every cat - sleep. --EXIT/END-- |