ブラッドを燃焼 (Burning Blood)
01-01-2014, 08:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2014, 08:55 AM by Nekane.)
The sun had set far earlier then expected, going down to soon for Nekane to treck any further in the foresaken lands; perhaps this once nature had grasped her by surprise. The soft drift of the breeze would toy against her russet curls, as they bounce gently upon her slender frame. An eerie hum ghosted in the wake of a Mystical siren, ever there ever not. She was but a ghost, a transcendental being that flickered in and out of existence upon her own whimsical desires. Each calculated step descended upon the dampening terrain was an act of levitation, an impossibility. Her paws would tap the cold floor in a continuous rhythm, meandering freely towards the clear waters. A mirrored reflection would become disconnected as her sweet tounge traces of the liquid rippling the images into a wavering blur, the droplets would tickly down her pipe to quench her parched throat. The carbon dioxide of her breath would appear in a clouded whisp, leaving the atmosphere as soon as it had been manifested. Her fiery gaze would flick over towards a man who seemed alone, lost in thought for perhaps only a figment of a second, and yet- something about him was... of. " Why so alone?" Came her sultry call, but it looked as though the younger man where to take none of it. Her long, wisp of a tail would lick at her heals as the rosy gaze would watch his angular claws scrape at mossy stones, over and over again. The sound of the clinks far less appealing as it racked at her ears. |