Poised to insanity

so much lays undisclosed to the pale woman; prying in the shadows in the tourment of the earths peak. To many questions lingering in the foreprint of her mind waiting to be reborn into the soul of the earth. Was there anyone that could understand her? Muscled pistons would stride forth into the opening of the light; Showing the visage to those who would trail to this place. Thirst would overwhelm the womans caved throat in a screaming pain of dripping water. This would never weaken the lone surviver; Something so simple to get became hard to find. The perfectly rounded lake would come into view of the Bright sea blue orbs of the perfectly sculptured maiden. The pulsing heart in the domed ribcage would beat harder and harder in the hope of the liquidised form to seep down the gullet. Reaching this place was only the easy part. The hard part is finding a pack willing to take on a persuaing seductive woman to the center of there home. Shaking of the thought the woman would look down to the unclear water withought thinking. The salmon tounge inches away from drinking the lake of the lost warriors.A pool of death. A sigh would escape the blood kissed lips in disapointment. Though The small woman were disapointed in this moment. Fighting ran through her veins as if born with the skills of a supirior. Fighting is her peace. The thrill and excitement.

As if a mystical glow would circle Rosalie in admiration to her sinful beauty, she'd wait for hope. Her lips where still warm, pressing together in a simple movement. The optics would visualise the surroundings; searching for a shadowed figure to pop into view and amuse her lonesome soul. The Scent of the woman would poison the air in an alluring attempt to bring in the others. The entoxicating scent of lavender and ginger.bliss. The long silky albino tail would sweep the earth twice before moving to a different area on the battlefield. The muzzle would dip gracefully to the ground scenting that others have crossed this area recently. Would someone save her from the boredom that would remain?