TONIGHT WE OWN THE NIGHT ❄️
06-23-2014, 05:59 PM
Rubies swept over the sandy world of the desert as the sound of an approaching male would drift toward her perked auditories, as a pale ghost would materialize in the distance, approaching slowly. In curiousity, she had stood up, rubies watching the pale ghost intently, scanning his features. She seemed to stare into a mirror, the other side of the seemingly mirage a male rather than female, an inch shorter as well. His coral lips moved to allow words to pour, a string of question. What are these gods that this male speaks of? Why does he believe our pelts to be accursed? She was so very curious, rubies scanning the albino brute's facial features once more, as if she were searching for a reason why he spoke of any curse. Why do you consider such a cloak a curse of these gods you speak of? This mirror of pelt is simply perfection in a wolf's genes, not a defect. As she spoke, her sleek bodice would move backward as she would show a pose of splendor, her pelt catching the moonlight, fragmenting it into silver locks and her rubies shone in the oasis' waters. Coral pads retreated to the receding tide, as her crown would lower to take another drink, as her champagne auditories would perk upward to catch the mirror's reply, should he have no already spoken before. When she would finish lapping at the metallic waters, her rubies would flicker up as her crown would rise, paws still squared in the waters, ripples lapping at her ankles. |
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