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Joined: Jan 2007 Posts: 16 Karma: -1 |  | Apon a bloodstained hill « Thread Started on Feb 15, 2007, 3:30pm » | |
Darcia stood atop the hill, her beloved ebony pelt glowing gorgeously against the bloodkissed ground. The ferns that grew around her had a tainted ruby colour, and at high noon, they set a garnet shine around her massively sized paws.
The fae sat, her large form underneath the clear azure sky.She thought of her day, the only loner she knew apon the island. The feme was nothing to be trifled with. Hard sinewy muscle rippled underneath her shadowy coat. Her left eye is a brilliant yellow, her right eye as blue as ice reflected apon a lake. These eyes held no emotion for her, no redemption. She was a loner, and as such, she acted like one. But the alpha and alphass of each of the packs knew her well enough to let her roam through their domain unharmed and unchallenged, as she wished of nothing but to be left alone. Darcia had no wanting of any pack potition, it was all too much drama for her opressive lifestyle.
Finally she lay down, her velvety tail curled around her hind-quaters like a long scarf. She felt as if she were atop of the world on the tallest hill in the middle of the isle. She could watch all the packs and their territories without needing to move, and she liked it like that. This was definately where she belonged.
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