stand in the stars
06-14-2014, 06:37 AM
Traveling the northern lands had its greatness. Her pale skin would not be tainted by the burns of the glaring sun, and her coral pads would always touch snow, though she could venture further to the southern lands if she wished for the winter months. She preferred to be in the general vincity of her homeland, the Glaciem pack, should they summon for help. It would be possible, but her father's pack had never been the one to ask another for help, yet they have in the past, in the eve of the largest siege Alacritia had ever known. The blood and violence that had occured then fueled the pristine lady, dearly so she wished to feel the thrill of adreniline pumping through her blood. Rubies would sweep over the lands, as she got the feel of it, remembering it's name ? Soul Sand Cove ? in her mind, as if it were a fresh new adventure. Pink auditories would rise to act upon a scent flowing to her nostrils ?amongst the odors of salt and seafare ? of wolf. The white tempest (Lysis) would come into view as coral pads delicately touched the slick ground, picking her way down the rocky terrain to emerge at the same point of the tempest, whom was sitting, and perhaps completating an event. Rubies would glimmer in the light of the fat moon and stars, which would reflect from the cresting waters like a room of mirrors, no definate direction it points. A small venomous chuckle would emerge from coral lips as her pristine figure would ghost to the tempest on the soft sand. Can't you see your reflection? Words were slickened by honey, with a hint of toxicity, as if she should demand an answer, but instead, she would lie down about a kilometer from the white vixen, calm as ever. She felt at home with this tempest, perhaps because she smelt of Glaciem. |
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