On The Mountain Path
01-13-2014, 02:57 PM
I can trust The femme had been brought to the island, drawn to the snowy peaks. She had been on Nephilim Island, her home when she had swam back to the mainland. Spotting the island not far out to sea. She had rested and eaten, regaining his strength from the swim to the mainland. Then headed out. She had definitely been rewarded, she had been greeted by a few desolate shacks left by humans long ago. They didn't exactly look stable, and she didn't want to risk going in. But she had spotted a mountain, and she had a hunch that there would be prey up there. About two hours later she was halfway up. She stopped to rest. It was then she spotted him. A man. A mixture of browns and creams, bright blue optics stood out the most. She smiled. Hello there, she said from where she was sitting. |