Stories of the Past

It was her first time visiting this somewhat barren strip of land. There was grass here and there, some tall, most short - but mainly it was nearly lifeless. Little could be seen or heard that told stories of life. The sun was setting, slowly but surely, and the albino was grateful. There were very few trees here to keep her shaded and keep the sun out of her eyes. She was a fragile girl, and preferred the night because of her sensitive eyes and skin. The sooner that night fell and the first starts started shining on their blue velvet pelt, the sooner that she could breathe easy.


The white fae's ears listened intently for any signs of anyone or anything nearby. There were a few insects it seemed, but nothing very noisy. Without trees, there were little to no sounds of birds in the horizon - and it all made the female feel a bit uneasy. This was not something that she was used to at all. It was entirely too quiet. To the point where the scent of a stranger nearly made her sigh in relief.


It wasn't too hard to pinpoint the source of the scent either. With a tiny smile in place she stepped forward, until she should be within eye shot of the other female. The other was dark, and she couldn't quite tell whether she was from these lands or not, but she looked lost, or like she was looking for something. Momentarily perplexed, the quiet she-wolf was the first to speak up. "Is something missing?" She questioned, her head tilted slightly with the question.