Post by Black /Death\ on Aug 14, 2006 11:52:00 GMT -5
The fae was doing really, nothing. She stood silently in an open area f the woods, audits perked in an alert manner. This femme was different, a loner, enjoying the lonely life. It's most wolf's nightmare to be alone, packless. To her, it wasn't that big of a deal. She's always been a though lone girl. At times her temper was set, nice, cal, cool. When engered she rips like a demon. canine's flashing and blood flying. multi-colored coat shined as she took a few steps into the sun, enjoying the warmth it gave off. She began to pant, sitting down, to wary to lay down, for she was not in the best of the loner lands.