STOCKINGS HUNG BY THE CHIMNEY WITH CARE
12-24-2013, 04:28 PM
The russet lass left her den and padded out into the frozen territory of her father's Kingdom, taking in the icicles that hung from the branches of the pine trees, ebony nose absorbing the scents of her pack. She loved it here, and didn't plan on leaving any time soon for reasons other than visiting her siblings from time to time. Thick drifts of snow crunched quietly beneath tea cupped paws, her tiny size remaining above the bulk of the frozen precipitation. Birds sung quietly in the trees, their soft melody perfectly accentuating the rosy light of dawn. Stepping up the gentle slope of a boulder, the femme was soundless save for the clicking of her claws against the grey stone underfoot. Seating herself silently upon the cool rock, the ivory masked girl watched the sun rising. The myriad of colours reflected brilliantly upon her orchid toned pools, taking in the golden orb as it overtook the darkness reigning within the starry sky. Each pinpoint of light began winking out one by one, staying just ahead of the light as they disappeared until the night would fall again. A soft hum rose from the princess' throat, a tuneless, wordless song that shrouded itself in a faint mist, fading at the same time as the cloud of thin fog. Whatever fate could decide to throw at her, she would gladly take at such a beautiful time. Speech, |