Melted Puddles of Roses
02-05-2014, 09:50 PM
I LIKE MY TOAST DONE ON ONE SIDE It appeared the petite damsel had taken a wrong turn somewhere, because she was kind of cold up here. She had lived somewhere quite cool and rainy her whole life, so she wasn't complaining. A huff of exasperation left her dainty jaws, but she kept up her pace; trotting gaily across the snow dusted grasslands. The pale golden tip of her tail began sweeping across her heels in a jovial manner as she wandered, taking in the immense wall at her right. Twilight optics glimmered with intrigue as she looked it over, seeing the crumbling stone at that was being slowly overtaken by vines and moss. Golden audits flicked as a massive group of birds suddenly took flight from the forest in the distance and filled the air with their raucous cries as they shot overhead. The creamy white maiden giggled, grinning up at them as they whizzed by. Sitting down at the base of the wall, the petite wolfess leaned her back against the cool stone and watched the clouds scuttle by. Their varying shapes were interesting, and sometimes they would be interrupted by a passing bird. A soft grin played at her delicate features as she watched them go by, her tail occasionally beating against the terra in glee. What could possibly make this any better? "Accent-y goodness" |