The drop

The winds would trace the contours of her skeletal spine, kissing her fur before swaying away from her honey curls. The onyx lips would part, her warm breath leaking out into the open, the faint clouds made visible. Like any other day Meinx was alone, and in a rather dangerous place around the mountains, where one could easily drop. For her young age the dark pearl was rather huge, still growing rapidly by the day. Her parents amence size has been delivered into her genes, making her soon to be a beastly fae. Perhaps most would be put of or intimidated in the future, but she did not care. She would need someone who could challenge her everyone once in a while. Not submit to every decision she makes.

the rocks would flick past her paws, dropping of the side. Meinx didn't even think of the danger, nor did she really care for the matter. The theory is 'you've never lived until your on the edge.' or, it was something along those lines. A sigh would roll over her salmon tounge, the icy gaze trying to pinpoint a location, or perhaps someone. The place was rather dull, the aspects rather bland.