Post by violette on Mar 22, 2009 15:54:34 GMT -5
The lithe, slender figure resembled that of a female. This figure slunk through the forest silently, lithely. Her fur a soft blend of white as the base, and a light gray as the overlay. Causing it to look like a cloudy hue. There was a tinge of black on the tips of the fur strands, making a wonderful mixture with the other colors.. The optics of the female were a dark amber coloration, with a band of hazel encircling the iris. There was a strange yet magnificent carving on her left thigh. A thick swirl ending in a sharp spike, like a dagger or the very end of a whip.
Her ears were fanned back, not giving notice to any noises that lingered around her. Although a howl would possibly pull her from the thoughts that she was currently mentally skipping to and from. Her mind was somewhere far off. In the past of coarse. She thought little of the future. She was more of a living-in-the-moment kind of wolf. She thought often of the past, most memories gave her happiness and joy. The other ones that did not give her such things were blocked and pushed away. Never to be thought of again.
Her eyes looked dull as they stared ahead, only to help course her way through the dense forest.
She suddenly snapped from her daze, with a quiet sigh emitting from her maw, and stopped abruptly. A ghost cloud forming around her cylinder like maw. Gazing around her, she saw nothing but trees and other objects the forest gave space to. Her nose twitched with impatience, making her focus on the scents drifting in and out of her moist, tender nostrils. She sifted through the many smells the forest detained, coming across a hint of wolfish scents. Pleasant smells at the moment.
This would be a treat. She had been fairly isolated for the past few months. Interaction with a minimal amount of others might do her some good. Or maybe not. Actually, she craved attention. A little flirtation would be nice. Ha. She was definitely not desperate though. She would absolutely not drop to that level. She still had her dignity. What it was worth, anyways. She reclined to her haunches and lifted her petite head to the heavens, not to howl but to merely gaze up at the sky. The gorgeous sky. The very sky that had made her quite calm over the years she had been alive. A smile upturned her thin, black, wind-dried lips, a soft serene sigh slipped from her maw as she relaxed. She would either await the arrival of a wolf to accompany her, or seek someone to accompany her. Both sounded perfectly fine to her. In the sense of friendliness though.
Her ears were fanned back, not giving notice to any noises that lingered around her. Although a howl would possibly pull her from the thoughts that she was currently mentally skipping to and from. Her mind was somewhere far off. In the past of coarse. She thought little of the future. She was more of a living-in-the-moment kind of wolf. She thought often of the past, most memories gave her happiness and joy. The other ones that did not give her such things were blocked and pushed away. Never to be thought of again.
Her eyes looked dull as they stared ahead, only to help course her way through the dense forest.
She suddenly snapped from her daze, with a quiet sigh emitting from her maw, and stopped abruptly. A ghost cloud forming around her cylinder like maw. Gazing around her, she saw nothing but trees and other objects the forest gave space to. Her nose twitched with impatience, making her focus on the scents drifting in and out of her moist, tender nostrils. She sifted through the many smells the forest detained, coming across a hint of wolfish scents. Pleasant smells at the moment.
This would be a treat. She had been fairly isolated for the past few months. Interaction with a minimal amount of others might do her some good. Or maybe not. Actually, she craved attention. A little flirtation would be nice. Ha. She was definitely not desperate though. She would absolutely not drop to that level. She still had her dignity. What it was worth, anyways. She reclined to her haunches and lifted her petite head to the heavens, not to howl but to merely gaze up at the sky. The gorgeous sky. The very sky that had made her quite calm over the years she had been alive. A smile upturned her thin, black, wind-dried lips, a soft serene sigh slipped from her maw as she relaxed. She would either await the arrival of a wolf to accompany her, or seek someone to accompany her. Both sounded perfectly fine to her. In the sense of friendliness though.
