Wandering Spirits
05-22-2014, 01:47 PM
The ebony fae looked to see a young male nearby. He had appeared to be asleep as her emerald gaze shifted to the clear pool of liquid. The woman licked her chops as her throat started to be parched. Her claws dug into the soft sand as the liquid moved slightly as she began to lap at the cool liquid that began to relieve her throat. A smile of happiness came upon the femme as her eyes shifted over to the sleeping young male. She would smile to him as she lied down and placed her cranium upon her forepaws, heaving a sigh. It had been a while since she had been with her entire pack. The only time she had been was during a meeting, but she had not met any of the males except for Sin and Isardis.
"Hello," she would say to the young male, not knowing if he had been asleep, or if he was just resting his eyes. If the young brute were to wake up startled she would surely apologize for her rudeness.
The cool liquid began to lap at her paws, bringing them into the water and then going out once more. The sound of birds began to echo inside her ear drums, filling them with a gentle and harmonious tune that sent her soul a fire. The loud cawing mixing with the melody of the songbirds sounded quite beautiful to her, and her emerald orbs began to shine in the sunlight, also causing her ebony pelt to feel as if it were also a flame due to the heat of the sun. Though, in her eyes, it was not not lady like to pant, but she had no other choice for she had lapped to much water that her stomach could hold. If the femme continued, it would seem as if she were going to explode.
"Hello," she would say to the young male, not knowing if he had been asleep, or if he was just resting his eyes. If the young brute were to wake up startled she would surely apologize for her rudeness.
The cool liquid began to lap at her paws, bringing them into the water and then going out once more. The sound of birds began to echo inside her ear drums, filling them with a gentle and harmonious tune that sent her soul a fire. The loud cawing mixing with the melody of the songbirds sounded quite beautiful to her, and her emerald orbs began to shine in the sunlight, also causing her ebony pelt to feel as if it were also a flame due to the heat of the sun. Though, in her eyes, it was not not lady like to pant, but she had no other choice for she had lapped to much water that her stomach could hold. If the femme continued, it would seem as if she were going to explode.