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Post by saiyaku on Dec 29, 2006 23:45:05 GMT -6
Tsuki looked at the water, her throat begging for it. She had been traveling for days trying to find civilization, the area around her was mostly covered up by the fog coming off the water and blurring her vision. She was weak from starvation and dehydration, her bones poking out of her thin skin made her look almost already dead for she knew if she didn't find someone or something soon, she was sure to die. She could smell the water about thirty feet away, but even then she knew she couldn't make it. Her radiant blue eyes started to tear up as th laid there in the woods. She had been traveling to find some hope of her past and family, she knew nothing about. She started to wonder if she was in anyones territory, hopefully they would understand. Hopeless, the feeling she had been holding for many days in her gut is now telling her its time to go.
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Post by saiyaku on Dec 29, 2006 23:57:30 GMT -6
Lifting her head from the twigs, the opened her eyes slightly, and struggled to get to the water. With all her strength she had left, shte eased up and limped to the water. Step by step, pain would shoot through her entire body, the wings she was born with where now tattered, dirty and broken. Making it o the water, she collapsed at the bank where she slowly laid her head to take a sip. The small amound of water reached her throat, a burning sensation went into her from not having anyting to drink for a long amount of time. She finished and laid there for hours thinking how long it will be untill she will be able to regain her strength.
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Post by whisperdale on Jan 14, 2007 9:01:19 GMT -6
A flash of silver glittered amoungst the trees, a long blue-grey mane whipped out of view. A rustle could be heard as an unknown creature dropped from her perch in an old oak, descendng lightly to the dappled earth with all the grace of a jungle cat. Keen sapphire orbs took in the scene, floppy ears perking forwards with intrest.
At first glance, she just looked like an abnormally large wolf. Second, a werewolf. Then you noticed the blue that marked her lithe bodice, the long limbs and the slender frame. No, not a werewolf. Grace seemed to radiate from her, but a sort of bitterness too.
Long, bushy tail flicked absently as she took a long stride forwards, stopping a few meters away. Eyes cast about grimly, before hurrying to the wounded's side. When she spoke, vocals were soft and lyrical, seeming to flit though the air like a night bird.
"You seem to be in a bit of a mess..." |
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