Bait
01-28-2014, 03:22 AM
Obsidian sand would begin to glow brightly as the moon finally peeked through the patch of clouds masking its glow. Cerulean gaze would fall from the sky and toward the changing sand, each step leaving a distinct paw print behind as she strode on. She carried herself flawlessly across the terrain despite the trail she was leaving behind, paws barley touching the earth as she seemed to float above the ground. Some odd force had managed to pull the vixen here, perhaps it had been the mesmerizing scenery, or the compelling tide. She had never seen the ocean before tonight, and it was marvelous. Though the real reason for her being here was the haunting memory of Drake, her long lost friend who's voice whispers sweet beckons into the deep folds of her mind. She had done well ignoring the temptations of others, but it only took a few seasons until curiosity got the best of her. She had allowed the sheer power of the boy's magnetic personality to bring her out of hiding. Because this beach had been the last place she had heard he was living in, she would circle the beach once, twice, then once more, and still find herself with nothing. She was beginning to give up, but hope would drive the determined babe forward, as his scent could be somewhere here and strong enough for her to follow. Speech |
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