Post by Ghost Raider on Oct 25, 2009 20:31:54 GMT 1
W O L F C R Y
I bloody dare you
The fresian-andy mutt stood in the lands of the east. So these were the claiming grounds? Wolf Cry was normally a gentle spirit, though she did have this dark side within her, and now, it was showing through. This being wasn't your average equine. No, she was an Arachnid. Her locks were a vibrant white and almost shimmered within the flames of the lands. They were thin, yet strong. They felt as though they were woven silk, though they were just webs woven tightly together. Her deep midnight colored body was faintly painted with traces of spider webs. She was an intoxicating being, but most thought otherwise. Her personality was so diverse that non seemed to associate with her. Did it bother the vixen? Of course not. A slight smirk seemed to toy with her kissers as her deep brown liquids searched the barren landscape. It seemed like life didn't exist.
Thick, muscular pillars churned beneath her somewhat slender body. Tails swishing at her rump, though she didnt' have a care in the world. Her mind slowly wondered about. The mare wasn't exactly sure why she was even here. Was it because she just wanted to feel accepted by someone? That was a possiblity. Or was it because she just didn't want to claim a land of her own? She didn't even know. Somewhere was better than no where, whether it be by herself or not. The feathers around her hooves danced with each step. Right now, Wolf Cry was just wondering about, not a care in the world. Would anyone dare approach, for she had a deadly secret. One that she was an expert at hiding. The joys of falling into a category of a rare breed.
I bloody dare you
The fresian-andy mutt stood in the lands of the east. So these were the claiming grounds? Wolf Cry was normally a gentle spirit, though she did have this dark side within her, and now, it was showing through. This being wasn't your average equine. No, she was an Arachnid. Her locks were a vibrant white and almost shimmered within the flames of the lands. They were thin, yet strong. They felt as though they were woven silk, though they were just webs woven tightly together. Her deep midnight colored body was faintly painted with traces of spider webs. She was an intoxicating being, but most thought otherwise. Her personality was so diverse that non seemed to associate with her. Did it bother the vixen? Of course not. A slight smirk seemed to toy with her kissers as her deep brown liquids searched the barren landscape. It seemed like life didn't exist.
Thick, muscular pillars churned beneath her somewhat slender body. Tails swishing at her rump, though she didnt' have a care in the world. Her mind slowly wondered about. The mare wasn't exactly sure why she was even here. Was it because she just wanted to feel accepted by someone? That was a possiblity. Or was it because she just didn't want to claim a land of her own? She didn't even know. Somewhere was better than no where, whether it be by herself or not. The feathers around her hooves danced with each step. Right now, Wolf Cry was just wondering about, not a care in the world. Would anyone dare approach, for she had a deadly secret. One that she was an expert at hiding. The joys of falling into a category of a rare breed.
