Dancing In The Mirror

*Brynhildr* · (This post was last modified: 09-27-2014, 01:11 PM by Brynhildr.)

Frigid air pumped in and out of Brynhildr's lungs in ragged bursts. Her heavy breathing was tinged with little bits of laughter, and she was hot despite the chill of the moonlit night. The sky was marred by only the faintest wisps of cloud cover, displaying a full moon in all it's potent glory. Bryn tilted her head upwards, marveling at the host of stars that hovered up above her, but as her paw came down hard upon a upward jut of ice she cursed and returned her attention to the task at hand. The wiry woman spent one last burst of speed before locking up her legs, braking with such fervor that her hindquarters curled up under the rest of her body. She lurched her shoulders and spun out her weight, skidding across the frozen surface and watching with dizzy abandon as the ice beneath her lit up like an aurora. When her scrabbling claws were able to find traction the dark woman righted herself and stared eagerly back at the trail she had made. A faint greenish blue illuminated the wispy tendrils of snow that drifted over her trail. She allowed a jovial laugh to break an otherwise silent night, and began to sidestep at a trot, watching as color would bloom wherever she set foot. She had no idea what hand of creation could have caused a thing like this but she was hardly complaining. Never mind the lack of food and occasional deadly crevasse, this was the most fun she'd had in quite some time.

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