Where the lazy cat looks threw the glass[Zafira]
12-14-2013, 07:26 PM
Claws of a defined persona walked confidently against the road of lost souls. Those that had once spoken of their stories here were all fading away. Yet the red sentries stood tall, defiant against time, and one cut deep into their bosom would expose the truth of time. Those faces that had made a difference, both insignificant and heroic were all locked away in the treasure of the forests memory. Whips of snow had blanketed the once crushed earth and folded it into a crystal prison. The bows of the great watchers were laced with ice and the desolate whispers of the winter. Yet her song was soon to end as springs warmth was but a hushed moment away.
Dark ears pivoted atop the small working crown. Her royal linage was evident in the way she carried herself. Her head was high as she watched the world grow brighter and yet so dull as the sun rose from its bed to greet the morning. Its ray?s barley penetrated the depths of the sentries? forest. Weak whispers of light painted the ground in formidable pools. She pushed one dark sandy paw against the light and it seemed to brighten with the lights kiss. Her facial features remained indifferent as she watched the shift in hues from the darkness and light of the day in her coat.
Amethysts eyes grew cold as her body stopped all movement. She left all noise free of her body as she heard the soft sound of groaning bark and catching claws. It was a subtle sound but she had caught it nonetheless. It took one that was patient and constant with slow movements to catch the very insignificant sounds that indicated someone else was sharing the forest along side the princess. Her fur rose as if all gravity had been released from around her body. It was slow and erect in one fast movement. Her lips curled backwards in a silent snarl as she abruptly turned in an about face to see what it was stalking her.
code by sam & image by lu