I am the cry
10-12-2013, 02:58 PM
A hellish looking female wandered about wherever her broad, ebony paws took her. Today that took her to the barren land of dead earth called Sycari Strip, where all that stood to attention was the vague figure of a wolf in the distance. Picking up her paws, she trotted up to this man, and stood just behind him, letting her jaws part and her voice fill the air. "Well hello there stranger, what brings you to such a deserted place?" She asked, always kind to everyone and willing to chat with whomever she came upon. This male held a dark aura, yet the woman who looked like a hound from hell, and held the soul of an angel, was willing to believe that maybe he was a fellow misunderstood like herself. She stood there, wild mane blowing in the whipping winds, and bi coloured orbs locked on the man before her, waiting for a response, a reaction to her presence. "normal. talk. think. you." |