PALE AS THE MOON UPON SNOW

*Ubivat* · 01-04-2014, 02:28 PM

It was almost like a ticking clock, a heartbeat went as fast as time told it to. He could no longer hear that clock, ever since his sister stole it away. His clock of time had been thrown into the river, so as the man would continue to burden himself being a royal, he would never turn back to not remember. His tail flicked behind him, as orange orbs looked through the light of the moon piercing it as he went. The undead lay his body to a lower level, spotting the much larger woman who matched the color of the moon. White, and her nose and eyes a light pink in color, making him tilt his head with the curiosity to the angels color. His muscles rippled under the skin numbly, as he set his ears to pull back slightly. Who was she, this ghost? She was different from the other living ones, no, she still had a heart beat unlike he. The bastard rose to his feet, his face became illuminated in the light, however the rest of his body remained within the darkness of the tree line along the shore.
Ubivat did not speak, his orange eyes filled with no emotion looked over her. He examined the beast with no fear, but no judgment either. His tail brushed against a leaf, while he payed no mind to the noise it made. She was shining brilliantly. There wasn't much else to describe it as so. Though weather she were to attack him or not would be completely up to her. He wouldn't go down so easily, even if this body was a dead one.

Speech,

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