12-26-2008, 07:15 PM
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 Bane Kiles; Quartz Shoreline.  She sat on the slick stones, listening to the cry of sea-birds and the roar of the ocean, and staring ahead. It was still dark, and the snow was coming down in varying strengths as the hours ticked by. Aurèle had not moved for what felt like hours, eyes glazed and focused on the horizon. The white wolf, though she was marred by patches of darker color, could still not justify why she was here. Shaking the collected snow from her pelt, Aurèle sighed in a breath of steam and continued to sit. A faint glow was starting to form at the horizon, and very shortly, the sun would rise. She had been watching it rise for days now. It felt unsafe to sleep during the night. That much, she could justify. |