Give me a reason to believe (Cyg)
12-13-2014, 03:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-13-2014, 03:20 PM by Cygnet.)
It had been ages since another had crossed her path. Those that had were short-lived acquaintances, many of whom she had yet to see again, though their meetings were brief, she felt an air of contentedness in the idea of remembering each and every one of them as such, no matter the individuals print they left upon her. She had been witty, sweet, and above all grateful during those times. You can't possibly believe her life of solitude was in any way filled with fulfillment and passion for it wasn't who she truly was, yet, at the same time the ivory doe had never truly bothered to bring herself into a pack, perhaps now would be her time to do so. There were many in the area and so few to her taste. A bitter feeling fell over the doe, and her once shimmering, flawless pelt of ivory and transparency was now flat and frayed in many areas. Dull and unyielding it would speak more of her independence than words ever possibly could. Though, she had learned to pay no mind to it until she would reach a proper place to cleanse herself, oh... How she dearly loved to do that, rest and relax by a pool of mirror stained waters, and long dreams. With a sigh she brought herself back to the real life, her lavender optics, both dull and tired would land before her, suddenly a bit of brightness caressing their soft gaze as she found a sense of peace and solitude radiating from the great oaks surrounding her. Their elderly souls caressing her tired frame as she slowly walked through, slender figure curving around grounded trunks and brush littering her pathway. Silently she would move, long slender tail would balance behind her, and she would continue to observe her surroundings until an interruption would occur. Lavender fell to her right as her delicate, long dial would twitch towards the same direction, another? It couldn't be already? With an unhopeful sigh the elegant doe pushed through a small brush crevice, dial lowering to shield her eyes from branches over-head. Tired paws would sink into a bit of soft, cold mud allowing an ignored shiver to caress her spine. With curiosity her ads swiveled over her dial, taking in every noise they could, returning their information back to her with ease. Un homme? She allowed the words to rake across her mind, recognizing the scent of a male directly before her. Though with the wisest of decisions, she kept her distance for now, she knew he may be able to hear or see her, so she would observe his reaction from afar. |
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