Crashing Tides [open]

Her pads drummed against the earth in perfect succession. Mimicking the sound of heartbeats upon the earth. Beautiful, flawless, elegantly groomed white fur billowed behind her in streaks of the softest silk. She glided through the trees, her pads making nary a noise as she weaved between the vegetation. Silver hued ocular absorbed everything, anything. A phantom, a shadow, a ghost. The moonlight illuminated her coat, made her appear almost unearthly. She was stunning in the moonlight. Beautiful, flawless, perfect.

She was perfect on the outside, to disguise how absolutely horrid she was inside.

Her beauty was not by accident. She had developed a multiple personality disorder at a very young age and with that came a form of obsessive compulsive disorder. She groomed while she listened to the thousand voices bickering back and forth within the confines of head. her flawless appearance had its uses, it intimidated some made her seem untouchable. It was easier to fake normalcy when you didn't have to speak.

Her gait slowed to a halt, the moon reflecting off the surface of the cool waters of the ocean. Sand seeped between her toes, clinging to her fur like a vice. Already the urge to clean the fur crept upon her but she refrained, her gaze lingering on the crashing ocean she sat back, delicately perching upon her haunches, watching and waiting. For what, she knew not.