What's In A Name
09-15-2014, 11:52 AM
The dark obsidian temptress would lie on the soft forest floor, the roots of earth bringing her peace. She opened her maw in a yawn and her topaz eyes would slowly open, another yawn coming over the female before she stood up and shook her dark pelt free from the dirt that clung itself to her starless night pelt. She would pace down along a trail in the red forest that she had found herself upon, not necessarily sure where she would be heading today. Her dark figure was only a mere silhouette in the presence of red sky tall trees that were plentiful throughout the forest. |