Where the white boys dance (Fendar)
09-01-2014, 05:09 PM
Her ebon coat carried through the darkness and the trees with the idea that maybe she could find herself and some peace for her life if she got away from the craziness and the blood. It still haunted her, the was that there had been a war in her home land. She wasn't afraid to admit that she had ran away from the conflict because she was proud. She was living a life day after day, an adventure some wolves could never have. She had been avoiding anything and everything Xanilov because she knew or at least thought she knew that most of her relatives would not be so kind and welcoming to the fact that she had fled the fight for her life. Her dark blue eyes would dart from side to side as she stayed on constant lookout. The midnight full moon shone above her and down on her pelt as the reserved and shy girl continued to avoid social interactions. |