Post by Darkness on Feb 18, 2007 9:08:04 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night [/glow]
A ghostly shape floats along the horizon, appearing and disappearing. The ghostly shape soon forms into a fae of shimmery white, topaz eyes a deep contrast. Her coat dirty from travel and marred with scars. At first glance one would think her as old, six at the youngest, and one with a temper and tendency to get into fights. In reality she was a mere three and a half and gentle hearted, but with a long past. She be dubbed Nova Moon.
Nova Moon, Nova for short, slipped through the sparse tree with ease, not making the slightest sound. She had caught the scent a ways back and had been tracking it since. A lone pregnant doe, she was sure and she was gaining on it. As the doe came into sight she caught a foreign scent, lifting her muzzle she inhaled deep. She wasn’t the only one tracking the doe; she growled low scaring the doe and stalked off. It was a pack and she didn’t need to gain more scars. It’d been a week since she had eaten; the game was scarce in this land. As the thought entered her head it brought back sad memories. She shook her crest trying to vanquish the memories she was trying so hard to forget.
[glow=green,2,300]Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat [/glow]
A ghostly shape floats along the horizon, appearing and disappearing. The ghostly shape soon forms into a fae of shimmery white, topaz eyes a deep contrast. Her coat dirty from travel and marred with scars. At first glance one would think her as old, six at the youngest, and one with a temper and tendency to get into fights. In reality she was a mere three and a half and gentle hearted, but with a long past. She be dubbed Nova Moon.
Nova Moon, Nova for short, slipped through the sparse tree with ease, not making the slightest sound. She had caught the scent a ways back and had been tracking it since. A lone pregnant doe, she was sure and she was gaining on it. As the doe came into sight she caught a foreign scent, lifting her muzzle she inhaled deep. She wasn’t the only one tracking the doe; she growled low scaring the doe and stalked off. It was a pack and she didn’t need to gain more scars. It’d been a week since she had eaten; the game was scarce in this land. As the thought entered her head it brought back sad memories. She shook her crest trying to vanquish the memories she was trying so hard to forget.
[glow=green,2,300]Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat [/glow]
