Dripping Daisies
04-24-2014, 07:20 PM
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dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight She would make her way to the Kennocha Lake, patrolling the borders as usual. She had taken enjoyment in this new job, having it bring her a piece of solitary and calm. The small russet and ivory fae would tilt her crown up and look over across the lake, grey paws sinking into the fresh snow silhouetted around the Tortuga territory. The lake was completely frozen, a beautiful sight. Misha would remember the last time she was here, speaking with a male that smelled unpleasent. But she hadn't seen him since. Where had he gone? The fae thought to herself, looking across the beautiful lake. She would smile at the thought of walking across the lake with her mate Day, under the moonlight.. But it seems that he has also disappeared from Misha. She shook the thought away, blinking quickly to hold back tears. The fae would set herself at the Konnocha Lake, on border patrol. |