Snow White.
11-15-2014, 10:56 AM
The ivory fae moved swiftly across the Western lands, small paws hitting the smooth earth in a pitter patter of rhythm like small rain drops. Her pace was quick, the reason being the the sudden drop in temperature. She could feel the dramatic sweep of wind, sensing a possible storm soon. She wasn't a fan of the cold weather, much less when she was so exposed to it. Her alabaster coat blend perfectly in the snowfall, though. Keeping her away from straying loners as herself, leaving her in the peaceful aura of solitude. The girl would slowly reach the landmark known as The Wolfpaw Lake, tipping her ivory crown down and slowly slinking her salmon colored tongue tracing along the translucent water, creating small ripples across the surface as she took a drink. |