Post by Zephyr on Feb 4, 2010 13:40:28 GMT -5
It was quiet, the faint chatter of animal gossip the only bit comfort Zephyr found here any longer. No, to say she was scared would have been an extreme but to say she was fully content was as well some form of exaggeration. Her form was that of a lithe wolf or something of it though it faded with every wheel of wind taking her form to be spirited and far from living in any visual manner. Those who saw her knew her as fay but others saw her a dog and nothing to her virtual title. They would often stare, yes, but to bother her would take all the more effort than simple rumors. Being called a meager dog when one was clearly wolf was indeed an insult to such of her kind but again Zephyr didn't let it bother her- not now not ever.
So she walked a quiet soul among the darkest of territories where hells creatures roamed.
Her heart seemed to flutter yet despite the darkened scenery and she swarmed all straying thoughts to the likes of a past and a foreseen future.
He would come she hoped and she was the most of eager to see him.
Their past in secret affairs had been imagined since she had heard of him how would he take to her?
She stalked quietly and seemed to all but float above the ground as she excelled reality and waltzed into a sensation of surrealism casting herself into a world that was far from this one.
The wolf glided through the darkness carving in the sunlight as no more than hued mist until finally magic swarmed and creatures silenced as animal became human. Misty liquid flooded at her feet and climbed to her whole frame where it then embraced around her wolven form capturing her in a fountain of whitish blue. Like evolution she whirled into the form of a fairy woman still dancing to the tune of an inner song what mist gathering over her momentarily bare body and sewing her a dress that clung of the most perfectly. It flowed in the will of the wind with the mere weight of fog yet remained solid over her entire body. Enchanting she was anyone might've agreed though she intended this for only one.
Red-brown locks fell around her bare shoulders like a waterfall of natural waves sprawling just about her chest until finally she was finished in transformation slowing her pace as the water drew nearer.
As though it were not that gruesome red she hiked her white dress and dipped pale feet into the liquid watching as it effortlessly pulsed into a rythm of a pure silver stream. Releasing her skirt she closed her eyes and tranced euphorically the water seemed slowly heal under her very touch; cleaning away the blood as though it were a simple stain on a rug, it was one of her talents after all.
And here she waited lower her head again to stare hopefully into the black woods ahead liquid gold eyes shaped in a distant sense of longing-hoping.
So she walked a quiet soul among the darkest of territories where hells creatures roamed.
Her heart seemed to flutter yet despite the darkened scenery and she swarmed all straying thoughts to the likes of a past and a foreseen future.
He would come she hoped and she was the most of eager to see him.
Their past in secret affairs had been imagined since she had heard of him how would he take to her?
She stalked quietly and seemed to all but float above the ground as she excelled reality and waltzed into a sensation of surrealism casting herself into a world that was far from this one.
The wolf glided through the darkness carving in the sunlight as no more than hued mist until finally magic swarmed and creatures silenced as animal became human. Misty liquid flooded at her feet and climbed to her whole frame where it then embraced around her wolven form capturing her in a fountain of whitish blue. Like evolution she whirled into the form of a fairy woman still dancing to the tune of an inner song what mist gathering over her momentarily bare body and sewing her a dress that clung of the most perfectly. It flowed in the will of the wind with the mere weight of fog yet remained solid over her entire body. Enchanting she was anyone might've agreed though she intended this for only one.
Red-brown locks fell around her bare shoulders like a waterfall of natural waves sprawling just about her chest until finally she was finished in transformation slowing her pace as the water drew nearer.
As though it were not that gruesome red she hiked her white dress and dipped pale feet into the liquid watching as it effortlessly pulsed into a rythm of a pure silver stream. Releasing her skirt she closed her eyes and tranced euphorically the water seemed slowly heal under her very touch; cleaning away the blood as though it were a simple stain on a rug, it was one of her talents after all.
And here she waited lower her head again to stare hopefully into the black woods ahead liquid gold eyes shaped in a distant sense of longing-hoping.
