Sisters of Russet
11-10-2013, 08:59 PM
The little rusty brown girl had returned to the massive field of rocks and was wandering through the maze of gigantic stones, the ones that so dwarfed the tiny she wolf. Orchid eyes would roam over the interesting stone formations, loving the way they were all completely different, no two looking alike. It was kind of like her and her siblings, her littermates sharing a colour pallet, to a degree, and then her oldest brother Taurig had a pelt exactly like her grandfathers, which was nowhere near any of their pelt pigments. Soon she found the centre of the enormous maze, and sat down in the midst of it, gazing around with her baby pink optics. Her alabaster mask contrasted sharply with her russet pelt, and her ebony button nose was like a splash of ink on clean paper. She simply sat, waiting for the next occurrence; for someone to stumble upon the innocent looking girl, for something else to strike her fancy, whatever fate threw at her. ?Speech? |