LIKE A VIRGIN
12-01-2013, 01:46 PM
Fucking Winter, The pallid goddess cursed as she moved through the land. The chill of the winter, bit into her fur, the breeze buffeting against her. Curses spewed from her maw in low hushed tones, as she looked around her, annoyance evident in her stance and words. The few days she had spent here had helped her grow accustomed too the cool air, and bitter winter weather. She was too good for this, bred to fine to be out in weather this disgusting. Royalty, that's what she was. At the edge of the strange spectral she had found she wound herself around a lone tree, her pallid coat brushing against the rough tree bark. Drawing herself into a sitting position she stared out, watching the sun set in the land. The orange, purple, red, and gold hues danced across the snow, causing a scene that was a sight to behold. A sigh left her, as she felt her mind wandering, relaxed for the moment. Her journey here had been difficult, at best, but she had made it here and in one piece. Now she just needed to find her father, the man she had heard her mother speak of. He was her shot of living the life of royalty that she so deserved. A discontented sigh left her, as she glanced around lazily. This loner life wasn't suiting her, nope, not suiting her at all. Speech, |