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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 5:45 pm
The brushes had recently started to show off their silver ash and golden branches, cluttering like clouds crowned with royal greens and flowers curling about like little pearls. The moon had already hit its coral moment and shown brightly pale, dazzling the ground with an unusual brightness. The forest still had a salty breeze hazing from the smoke of teepees. Cracking sounds of both frogs and the hissing of crickets released almost everywhere one could only pause.
Away from the two-leggers was hidden paths in the forests that held the smoke in its own circular fog. The trails would rattle with leaves that fluttered past with each gush of spring air raising in. Though the sounds above were clatters- could be daemons or even dragons- but the figures looked dark and even worse loomed shadows over the forest like ghosts.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 5:58 pm
The shades above the forest had a blood red tint about her wings. The wind seemed to have been smacked around violently just near the woods- solo huntress? More likely she just felt no need for her own family. Sharp red eyes had focused on a landing- a thick brush of trees that would actually be less dense than they appeared. Her luck was just about fortunate as she sent herself into them in a swift dive, with pale hair rushing past her ears- tipped with black as if lashing poison. Though her wings lifted and spread only a little for caution she found herself a safe landing- leafs fluttering from the land in hordes opposite of her.
The eyes would look over the woods- amusing over what was in there. Not meat, but maybe someone that didn’t know of her kind perhaps. It’d be in her interest to tease only the likes, or get accustomed to… other dangers. Though for some reason, today didn’t seem that scary at all- just breezy if anything, but she would stalk behind the trees for a little, making sure she had hid her wings tensely against her back- looking for something besides the two-leggers that would get in her way.
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