07-02-2018, 04:44 PM
At roughly a year old, the stygian girl grew increasingly curious of the world around her. Thus far her small existence had revolved around the lands of Sylva and Taiga, but her mother had spoken of other places as well. Places she had yet to discover for herself. She’d grown increasingly bored mastering her skill set, so today she decided to take a break and venture beyond the realm of what was slowly becoming the normal routine of her life.
The ceaseless wandering carried her further into lands unknown, the only care in the world being which direction she could go in. But a distant howl draws her up short, changing her pace to stalk the source of the peculiar sound. The howl doesn’t rise above the winter wind again, so she leaves her path the nothing but gut instinct.
Peering from below the low bough of pine, she witnesses a wolf pup disappear momentarily before a blue filly emerges from the undergrowth. It doesn’t take the midnight girl any mental self-convincing before she exposes herself to the similarly aged girl nearby. Ignoring the way the shadows cast upon the snow’s white brilliance bend to reach her presence, and feeling winter’s cold breath fluttering the charcoal, wispy wings that cling to her back, she approaches the other confidently.
“Did you kill the wolf?” she asks placidly with a slight title of her ebony head.
@[Sawtooth]
The ceaseless wandering carried her further into lands unknown, the only care in the world being which direction she could go in. But a distant howl draws her up short, changing her pace to stalk the source of the peculiar sound. The howl doesn’t rise above the winter wind again, so she leaves her path the nothing but gut instinct.
Peering from below the low bough of pine, she witnesses a wolf pup disappear momentarily before a blue filly emerges from the undergrowth. It doesn’t take the midnight girl any mental self-convincing before she exposes herself to the similarly aged girl nearby. Ignoring the way the shadows cast upon the snow’s white brilliance bend to reach her presence, and feeling winter’s cold breath fluttering the charcoal, wispy wings that cling to her back, she approaches the other confidently.
“Did you kill the wolf?” she asks placidly with a slight title of her ebony head.
@[Sawtooth]