Making Waves
#2
[html]
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b137/ ... ndrops.png); background-color:#d9d3cd; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: top; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right:0px; padding-top: 300px; border-radius:15px; -moz-border-radius:15px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; border-bottom-left-radius:15px; border-top-right-radius:15px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:15px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius:15px; -moz-border-bottom-left-radius:15px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius:15px;">

ooc: Big Grin WUV YOU!

  • Setting: ???
  • Location: Adlarto'K
  • Form: Optime


  • There was no longer a beginning and an end as far as her mind could perceive. The events of the days, now weeks before seemed to blur together in a haze, perpetually blinding her from both present and future. She was consistently walking through a dense fog with no end in sight. Her duties had fallen victim, forgotten in lieu of this unflattering depression that dulled her contented self to a useless unfeeling mass.

    It was only by the ancestor's will that she found the motivation to leave her den and walk the territory. She did not feel the necessity, nor the desire but did so none the less to ensure her body would not fall to atrophy. There was no longer solace to be found in the rock gardens as before. The land there was marked as a realm of conflict, of a near mistake she would have made when victim to an impassioned hatred. She could not even look at it now so far in the distance without her heart lurching in pain. And so she turned her eyes to the Adlarto'K instead hoping that the reflective pool of the shallows would grant her comfort as they had before. It was difficult to say, but she could try. If there was nothing to be had, then at least she would be able to lounge.

    Coming upon the sandy shores she spied the striking gleam of radiant hues topping the soft creme form of her pack brother. He looked quite displeased and her ears perked in curiosity; perhaps the first genuine expression of such in a long time since the dispute. Adorned in not but her own golden fur and wild auburn mane she approached him, sounding her presence with a soft, concerned growl. "Alistair..." her voice was faint from lack of use but as she spoke on strength came to it but remained as soft as usual. "...are you alright? You look unhappy..."

    325 words.

    <style>
    .ooctable, .oocinfo {
    background-image:none;
    padding:10px;
    line-height:12px;
    margin:5px auto; width:85%;
    background-color:#938d93;
    border:1px solid #2d242d;
    font-size:10px;
    color:#2d242d;
    border-radius:2px;
    border-style: dashed;
    -moz-border-radius:2px;
    -webkit-border-radius:2px; }

    .oocinfo {
    font-size:10px;
    width:250px;
    margin:5px; }
    </style>

    [/html]


    Messages In This Thread

    Forum Jump: