Weakness Is Punished.
05-01-2014, 08:02 PM
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dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight She needed some time away from the Tortuga pack, stress stinging her mind and senses like razors. She wasn't fully recovered from her knock out, still somewhat in a coma. That event had her still overly dizzy and tired, the fae unaware of her surroundings. She made her limping way to the Lifeless caverns, staring up at the grey sky. It was a cool day with cold winds, making the fae trip as she would limp. She would stop at the enterance to the Lifeless Caverns, taking in a whiff of a scent marking. But, there was no need to mark it, because there was no other enemy wolves around. Misha suddenly felt a rush of cold wind that chilled her to the bones and made her way quietly into The Lifeless Caverns, trying to find a source of warmth. OOC: Sorry, I'm doing Honor's English homework.. |