The Queen has arrived
10-11-2013, 09:10 AM
|
I was raised to be tough The wolves of this land clearly had no idea of the importance of being in her presence. She stood alone at the cliff, with only the sounds of her breathing and the waves to keep her company. Haunches drooped, coming into gentle contact with the earth. Fiery plume curled around her, resting on her paws. A voice caressed the canals of her ears, turning her attention to the ghost that approached her, a smirk tugging at his pale features. She felt as though something should be familiar about this wolf, something her mother had told her. She searched the caverns of her mind, trying to place a story to this strange face. "I'm afraid you have the advantage here." Melodic tones dripped from her russet jaws, vibrant eyes watched the phantom. Bodice remained sitting tall, young gaze unwavering. Could this be her father? The stories her mother told of a pale ghost coming, sweeping in with grace, coming only when he needed something. Her father. For now she kept her jaws shut, verdant gaze meeting the ruby gaze of her father. "Unless you speak of my mother." Lyrics spilled from her lips casually, head tilting gently to the left. <3 |
Current time: 11-23-2024, 01:45 AM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
