-- Burn.
05-10-2014, 03:51 PM
A level of solitude fell over the dove. Like a thin layer of spiritual content, she walked with allure, as if her own aura was form fitted to her figure as she floated, pelt the color of snow was slick against her slender, flexible figure, long stalks that she stood upon were slowing as she remained on the rim of a pool. Silent, careful steps were watched under a sharp, lavender eye. Optics folded gently before her skull, dial carried at whither height, yet her visual emotional disconcern was not matched with the fine-tuned beauty in the way she walked. Like a dream she floated over the cracked obsidian earth, as usual her angelic ways were befitting to the dove. She moved deliberately and carefully over her terrain, always unsure of her next step, but still with enough forward motion to make the transitions seamless. A gentle sigh escaped the angels great lungs, her small, gentle figure steering clear of small pits and puddles. Though it was clear that she had been bested once or twice, for three of her slender stalks were stained black with tar. Thick oozing syrup-like tendrils matted the once white pelt coating her cannons. Only a single stalk remained dry, and the discomfort she was feeling was obvious. In her best attempts to ignore the black traps, she pushed on, searching for anything her eyes may meet that did not resemble the pits surrounding her pathway. Obsidian nostrils breathed in the harsh fumes from every directions, heat radiating beneath her belly as she walked, unsure of her next step each time, waiting for that moment of worry to pass as she would be able to land a black and white step. talk like this |