make a career out of robbing banks
09-19-2014, 02:23 PM
Motley colored body glided across the snow, occasional sliding on the frozen surface. She absolutely despised the northern lands; however, her father seemed to drag her here regardless. Oh, why could he not take refuge in the warmth of islands? Tropical climate would be much more welcoming. Warm waters licking bleached sands and island winds tugging at her mane. The salty air would be much easier to breather. This freezing oxygen sent surges of pain in her lungs as she breathed in. A heavy huff passed through her maw creating a whirling breath of fog as she slowed her pace to a trot. Shades of grey glimmered against the white canvas, a masculine figure calling out to his relatives. Her trotting pace halted when she reached her dear father's side. Good eye facing the man so she could take in his expressions. Ah, how he was set in causing endless destruction! And she too would follow him, impress him with mirroring wicked ways. After all, she desired nothing more than to be daddy's favorite. You couldn't choose a place that was a bit more. . . ya know, warm? A low growl rumbled in her throat as her sentence trailed off - a noise that would express her pure frustration. my actions | my words | my thoughts |