February 03, 2020, 12:53 PM
(This post was last modified: February 03, 2020, 01:13 PM by Isilmë.)
the silver lopes through the glen, the brisk run keeping away the stinging cold of the swirling snow. heat settles close against her skin, familiar burn setting in as she bounds up an incline, slowing only a moment to investigate a faded set of tracks; a musky, sharp scent that can only be fox.
a moment longer, and the girl reaches the apex of the ridge, slowing to an amble as she cuts across the height of it, head low over the snow. moving, hunting, fighting; it is all better than stillness and pressing thoughts.
a moment longer, and the girl reaches the apex of the ridge, slowing to an amble as she cuts across the height of it, head low over the snow. moving, hunting, fighting; it is all better than stillness and pressing thoughts.
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some would sing and some would scream - by Isilmë - February 03, 2020, 12:53 PM
RE: some would sing and some would scream - by Zephyr - February 03, 2020, 01:09 PM
RE: some would sing and some would scream - by Isilmë - February 03, 2020, 01:18 PM
RE: some would sing and some would scream - by Zephyr - February 03, 2020, 02:32 PM
RE: some would sing and some would scream - by Isilmë - February 03, 2020, 03:25 PM
RE: some would sing and some would scream - by Zephyr - February 24, 2020, 12:31 PM