TOE TO TOE
06-13-2013, 10:45 AM
Snow fell upon her midnight-colored pelt, melting upon contact with the warmth possessed by the siren. The wetness that was slowly gathering would not have been all together unpleasant, had it not been for the chilly air which threatened to freeze her fur. She stood out like a sore thumb; a black mistress against a white world, moonlight in a clear sky. Medusa was rather bored, even amongst all of this beauty. What was there to do in a place like this? It was lonesome and boring, and she desired something more entertaining. The harlot thought for a moment before stretching out her legs, preparing for a run. The woman inhaled sharply before she took off, speeding across the snow-covered grounds as best she could. If it were summer she would have been much faster, the snow wouldn?t have hindered her limbs in the slightest. However it was winter, and the woman found her legs working harder to move slower. And yet it felt nice; her frame was built for speed, her limbs carrying her well across the surface of the earth. When she was satisfied, the siren would halt her movements, heavy breaths leaving her parted lips and body cooling down. She?d run quite a bit, and was now somewhat tired. |