Redsand Canyon düster

so unlike her to be so engrossed in a dwam that she lost that uncannily constant awareness yet it must be true for the chuff to break through her stupor results in the slight start of the pallid creature as a man detaches himself from the shadows. shadowed eyes glare on with a reproachfulness mostly brought on by her own stupidity, not his fault at all yet the uneasy thud of her heart associated with the unexpected presence of another is quick to leave her on edge nonetheless. yet the valitúrë found herself utterly wearied and so with a soft sigh, lessened the intensity of her stare somewhat so that he need not fear her turning him to stone with a graze of inky orbs. 

quite transfixed by the soft glow of his own lilac glance, she inhales the frigid air as feathered ivory continues its frantic dance. of course she cannot help but associate the colouring of his eyes with the melonii's signature purple, yet he holds a more muted; soft toned version. diaspora...ahh what a coincidence, he also happened to hail from the pack maegi had intended to relocate to; had they made it? yet reluctant to start down a blackfeather tangent; she instead gives voice to a rather odd string of thought he'd happened to interrupt. "the arctic fox causes quite a dilemma for some you know. the fox of course, is an animal stereotypically associated with being sly, cunning, a trickster and a liar yet draped in the epitome of purity. how can that be? who is wrong with their assumptions then because such a conniving character can hardly be granted a coat of the palest purity? yet is white really so pure? the snow around us is falling, thrown from the sky to fall dammned upon our earth" a smile that does not quite meet the hollow of her gaze traces along serpentine jaws as the sylph takes a few nimble steps to stand before the man.

"i think the whole thing's bullshit, in fact i don't see why wolves find the incessant need to declare things are something just to feel they have any control over any of this. anyway, just something i'd heard a long time ago that happened upon my mind right at that moment. i'm tundra, one of your neighbours." leaning back on her haunches, the warrior rolls back her shoulders to ease the chill that dug tender claws deep into her bones, yet the bite of the air is always welcomed with each inhale. there is something so fresh about air so cold it sears your lungs, as if it comes right from the luminous stars in all their frosty glory. yet tonight is not one for the dancing, silvered moonbeams it seems. this one belonged to the shadows.