karsi
I have decides that I'd like to see a little more than the meadow or the forest. The winter is cold and it drives me to find a place that suits the thinness of my oily black coat. I seem to always be cold and it is grating. I decide that perhaps I should tour the outlaying lands and potentially take up residence.
Sylva, the place that Gryffen had offered, is not as impressive as I had hoped it was. Still I look around at the trees and the lushness of a thriving territory. I can not seem to smell him despite the way others quiver at the mention of Sylva or his name yet I can smell something light, more feminine. I am curious so I continue on with a steady pace. At least the biting flies are a little less prevalent here and I am able to feel the warmth on my spine and the soft summer breeze through my hair. How...tolerable.
I find a good stopping point rather shortly and halt my forward motion. One blink then two as I look for a face of any kind as my features flatten out and I exhale a low sigh. The biting flies have caught up and sting my flank but I steal their lives with the snap of my tail. Unlucky bastards...or are they the lucky ones?
Sylva, the place that Gryffen had offered, is not as impressive as I had hoped it was. Still I look around at the trees and the lushness of a thriving territory. I can not seem to smell him despite the way others quiver at the mention of Sylva or his name yet I can smell something light, more feminine. I am curious so I continue on with a steady pace. At least the biting flies are a little less prevalent here and I am able to feel the warmth on my spine and the soft summer breeze through my hair. How...tolerable.
I find a good stopping point rather shortly and halt my forward motion. One blink then two as I look for a face of any kind as my features flatten out and I exhale a low sigh. The biting flies have caught up and sting my flank but I steal their lives with the snap of my tail. Unlucky bastards...or are they the lucky ones?
your hips on my jawline
