Post by Phantomstar on Aug 19, 2011 11:48:38 GMT -7
Rain pattered lightly against the earthen soil. Fresh paw tracks led to nothing, soon to be covered by the tears of the sky. An overwhelming wave of gloom washed over the scenery..as it usually did. Through the distant clouds and eerie fog, the pale light of the moon desolately shone through. It flickered, threathening to go out forever. Of course, it wouldn't..it couldn't...but did that really make it an empty threat? Follow the pawsteps that consistently led on, and you'd make out the lithe, silhouetted form of a wolf. She wanders the marsh aimlessly, for nothing could matter more to her. Her fur slicked to her side, and her yellow gaze nothing but a dull lantern in the dead of night. Ask her where she's from...maybe stop by briefly to socialize. No one usually did. No one ever did. They never would..for this..this was Rapture..~
Rapture slithered through the rain, grimacting as it beat against her, pushing her back down. The howling torrent whipped her face, and icy slivers stuck to her fur. But through all this havoc, a small smile danced on her lips, playing it's game of trickery. The Allegiance of the Devil closest advisor crept through the undergrowth. The dense thicket bracken clung to her. Her yellow slitted gaze flickered.
Was it pure insanity that drove her through weather like this? Or did she enjoy these makeshift games..? Even Rapture couldn't answer a question like that, even if she ever found her mind again. She roamed the roads like a foreign spirit. Lost and drowned out, forever to walk the path of the vengeful. Forever to envy what she never had..
Contemplating on where to continue her trek, the her teeth glinted in the hollowed light, which spilled and flooded through the trees whenever the chance given. Worst case scenario, she would find herself back at the camp. A new scent..a fresh scent bathed her senses, as she glanced around precariously. Rapture's fur rose along her spine slightly. Who was this..this wolf that dared walk her path..? Who dared grace themselves in her presense? Bask in her glory...feed on her thoughts? She cocked her head to the side, muscles rippling under her fur, waiting for the form to show itself.
Rapture slithered through the rain, grimacting as it beat against her, pushing her back down. The howling torrent whipped her face, and icy slivers stuck to her fur. But through all this havoc, a small smile danced on her lips, playing it's game of trickery. The Allegiance of the Devil closest advisor crept through the undergrowth. The dense thicket bracken clung to her. Her yellow slitted gaze flickered.
Was it pure insanity that drove her through weather like this? Or did she enjoy these makeshift games..? Even Rapture couldn't answer a question like that, even if she ever found her mind again. She roamed the roads like a foreign spirit. Lost and drowned out, forever to walk the path of the vengeful. Forever to envy what she never had..
Contemplating on where to continue her trek, the her teeth glinted in the hollowed light, which spilled and flooded through the trees whenever the chance given. Worst case scenario, she would find herself back at the camp. A new scent..a fresh scent bathed her senses, as she glanced around precariously. Rapture's fur rose along her spine slightly. Who was this..this wolf that dared walk her path..? Who dared grace themselves in her presense? Bask in her glory...feed on her thoughts? She cocked her head to the side, muscles rippling under her fur, waiting for the form to show itself.
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Open to literate Roleplayers. ~<3
Open to literate Roleplayers. ~<3
This was posted as my wolf.
Try to translate.
Rapture-Phantom
She-He
Pack-Clan
Allegiance-NeedleClan
And so on~