Her feral form had become alien, unused and strange when compared to the fragile, elegant beast that adorned her frame in dirty lace and torn ribbons. She was small and petite, with dainty paws, cat-like grace, and a feathered coat that hardly compared to the rough, rugged coat of her non-domesticated cousins. Her family carried marred blood, but Elvira stood out, always, a rare gem in the dust.
Hawk-like eyes, revealing the predator within, remained ever vigilant on her surroundings. This creature stood out just as she did, and Elvira remembered her in a vague, bored manner, as she crept along the trench, watching as an eagle might observe an oblivious hare. She was a plague, a virus, and a parasite, so though she had grown exponentially, it was apparent in her frailty that she wasn't properly capable of caring for herself, and whomever had last adored her, breaking her apart and tearing her to pieces, no longer did.
All that remained were veiled bruises and a steady, slow pace to mask the pain that spiderwebbed forth with each movement. Pausing at the edge of the trench, a breath away from the beast should her gaze dare stray toward her, Elvira stared.
.elvira-x01 b {font-weight:bold; font-family:arial; font-size:11px;}
.elvira-x01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.elvira-x01 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;}
.elvira-x01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.elvira-x01 {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b47 ... jfsdvg.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 20px 0px; font-family: tahoma; font-size:11px; line-height:15px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]