your eyes are a painting

Ever Mayawyn · 07-16-2010, 05:02 PM

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Of course! Wonderful setting for such a tragic day … 311

A cold, stiff and sunless haze had set over Miracles territory. Normally the young female wouldn’t have traveled in such weather, which filled her with angst, but hunger had driven her out. She huddled, her silver pelt trembling with the cold that whipped across the rocky shore. With her tail tucked neatly under her, the young wolf wandered back into the shelter of the forest. It seemed she had been wandering the entire time she was out but she did have a vague sense of direction. For awhile it felt as if she was coming down with an illness from sitting in the rain with Yuki & BIOS, but it was most likely the changes in weather.

The early morning rain had unfortunately washed away most of the useful scents Ever could have used to hunt, but after ambling for a bit more the faint trail of bleeding prey came through the opaque mist. Her jaw cracked open and she drank the aroma, trying to determine the direction it limped off two. Deciding the strongest fragrance came from the east, the silver furred female found herself once again on the shore. Her head hummed with the sound of the waves and she paused momentarily to close her eyes and release her pelt to the mercy of the wind.

It was cold, that was for sure as the icy shore sprayed mist the color of the clouds. The female wished for a brief second that the sun would pierce the sky and illuminate like old times, but the concentration on designing the perfect day was distracted by another scent. It was boldly Miracles muddled with the decent scent of female. Ever wasn’t afraid, but still she sidestepped closer to a rock housing the home for some sea moss. There she could smell the blood of the prey stronger than before.

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