sword-play
02-02-2014, 02:05 AM
In the wake of the setting sun, the ivory temptress moved easily through the land. Her pace was relaxed, posture that of grace. The regal aura about her was alluring, a fact she was all to aware of. She was beautiful, her coat glowing in the remnants of the light, crimson and gold markings standing out against her alabaster hued fur. The markings that she wore, were bestowed upon her by her deceased mother, a sign of the bloodline that she had come from. A blood-line of royalty on both sides, blood that none could compare too. Her violet eyes cast a alluring color, such a contrast against the pale features of her bodice. Still, though she knew she was a beauty, she felt as she paled in comparison to the scene before her. The orange glow of the sun glittered against the dark waters of the lake before her. The navy sky slowly over-taking the sun and laying it down to rest. A quiet sigh left her, and she stepped forward, her toes barely touching the cool water. It was still to cold to indulge herself in a swim, but the water held a tempting air. The wind blew against her back, the air against her as she stood there, her tail hanging level with her spine, in the cool night air. Relaxed, she would be unaware of the approach of others, after all, what did the woman have to fear here? One would think she wouldn't be so nonchalant, after her past experiences, but if anything her mistakes had taught her, to enjoy the moment. Live in the now, and of course to take delight in life's more delicate moments. Speech, |
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