She sat in the undergrowth, burying her head deep into her knees, her hair black as raven's wing tumbled over her head and arms, short to her cheekbones straight and narrow. She seemed ordinary, a person who had lived a fulhappy life, but her shoulders shook with sobs. A sound from the bushes behind her rustled the leaves, the wood quiet as death. She jerked her head up, tears stained her chalk white face glowing the essence of the moon. straight away you could see that she was extraordinary, her eyes red as rubies brimmed with anger and dispair, an amulet of a cresent glinted on her chest. she was Clothed in black, a knee lenth dress wrapped her body, black boots slightly above the knee, drapped in chains and metal, a cloak hung on her shoulders, a cape ebony like a bats wing. She slowly stood up, looking around in bewildement, the taunting chant came back, louder and more realistic than her nightmare's.
Saphira Moonlily · Sat Nov 18, 2006 @ 09:05pm · 1 Comments
