Lips Are Movin'

*Anzhelika* · (This post was last modified: 11-30-2014, 10:15 AM by Anzhelika.)

The ivory Queen would slowly drag herself against the large structure known as "The Wall", her grand bodice creating a dented trail in the soft downy powder of white. Her pale paws would swiftly carry her across the length of the wall, the girl pacing around. The scent of a pack's territory border was faint here, but not blurred. Her obsidian nose would twitch as a single snowflake would fall upon it, the girl craning her neck outwards to the grey sky. The snow had begun to flutter from the sky once more, causing Anzhelika to roll her amethyst and golden orbs in annoyance.

The snow was getting quite annoying, all this cold, cold, cold, just like her soul. The snowfall was constant in these Northern parts, yet she was always enticed by the aura that the North gave her, always drawing her back to these parts.

The creme hued babe would sink down upon her haunches, her back against the wall as her docked tail wrapped around her unevenly, audits of lavender and gold scanning her surroundings slowly, a smirk painted upon her features.

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