Haunted Wood the darkness calls

Dusk. Twilight. Sunset. The stunningly beautiful time of day had many different names, but Chroma only knew it as her favorite. When the brightness of the blaring sun had finally subsided, dusk became king, showing that those who perfer to be secluded and stealthy could really shine and shed their skin, so to speak. Roma loved this; her deep ebony fur bleded in effortlessly with her surrondings, cloaking her in the forgiving darkness. It was, after all, a skill she had learned from her mother, who had shared the same dark fur as herself. Stick to the darkness, and you'll be all set. 

So tonight was no different from any other; Chroma, who had just arrived in these new, unique lands, had spent the day wandering, lazily, while often indulging in naps. Now she saw the sun going down and decided to venture out a bit more... bravely, perhaps. But not too much, no, she decided to stay within the comforts of the woods. 

Chroma found herself deep within the wooded area, calmly following along side a peaceful stream. Her silver eyes watched closely as she took each step, ears twitching with the sounds of breaking sticks and chirping wildlife. Deciding it was quite tempting looking, the female edged closer to the moving river for a brisk drink; slowly closing her eyes as her tongue gently dipped into the flowing waters.