12-07-2016, 08:22 AM
Ebony tassels dance upon her sleek hide as flints strike the path she follows. Nares take in scents of travelers before her. Pillars continue at a steady pace since exiting the field...
This new land has a taste about it she has never took in from her previous adventures. Satellites thrusted forward in interest of the new land. Globes scanning vigilantly for danger. At this pace she hopes to not attract attention in a way that offends its residents that she means to intrude upon their home. She will remain in the shadows and as quickly as she came will disappear...