Post by articwolfa on Oct 24, 2011 0:24:08 GMT -5
Serera pushed herself up the cold mountain. her breath coming out in steamy puffs. she felt exhilarated, as she always did in snowy cold places but this sever cold was so perfect. to her it felt like home... but that was silly her home was England it was never cold like this there. running forward she came to an edge. then suddenly a memory flashed to her head. ~cold frozen waters being looked over by frozen ice peeks. a small white haired wolf girl in gray wolf pelts sat on the edge looking over her ice blue eyes wide with an unknown emotion. a ship pushed into the thin ice covering the surface of the water~
what on earth was that? she though and shook her head. continuing forward, she could shake the feeling that the memory gave her it was so chilling. her blood cold she suddenly was bothered by the ice cold land. she puffed out a breath of annoyance. she came here because a villager told her of this ice wonderland she wasn't going to let a stuiped allusion take this away from her this was her dreamland.
brushing the hair out of her face she looked around the environment. searching for either a village or a person or better yet a wild animal for her to hunt. she was feeling hungry for one and for two in England she could never hunt for the law was demons could live there as long as they didn't hunt or make there demon status known other then there odd aging. here... if it wasn't allowed. who cared? it was the perfect place to live as a demon. she could see no humans to disrupt her. the wind howled past her making her dress fly ahead of her. the silliness returning she suddenly had the urge to howl along with the wind. she bite down the urge. silly wolf instincts there so bothersome. with that she continued to search for something.
what on earth was that? she though and shook her head. continuing forward, she could shake the feeling that the memory gave her it was so chilling. her blood cold she suddenly was bothered by the ice cold land. she puffed out a breath of annoyance. she came here because a villager told her of this ice wonderland she wasn't going to let a stuiped allusion take this away from her this was her dreamland.
brushing the hair out of her face she looked around the environment. searching for either a village or a person or better yet a wild animal for her to hunt. she was feeling hungry for one and for two in England she could never hunt for the law was demons could live there as long as they didn't hunt or make there demon status known other then there odd aging. here... if it wasn't allowed. who cared? it was the perfect place to live as a demon. she could see no humans to disrupt her. the wind howled past her making her dress fly ahead of her. the silliness returning she suddenly had the urge to howl along with the wind. she bite down the urge. silly wolf instincts there so bothersome. with that she continued to search for something.