Post by Raven on Jul 11, 2005 10:30:36 GMT -5
Black pelt flashed through the grass that morning. The sun beat down upon the earth that day, any remnants of dew on the long blades of grass completely unapparent. Yellow orbs gazed ahead; claws gripped the terrain beneath her feet. Raven was searching for something, yet that thing would remain unknown to any that lay eyes upon her. She might simply look as though she was hunting, which she was. But she was not hunting for any morsel of food.
Raven was a loner as she had been her whole life. Her queer past made her weary of others as well as made them weary of her. Her soundless steps made not a sound as she darted through the grass. Was that the sound of footsteps she heard?...
Raven was a loner as she had been her whole life. Her queer past made her weary of others as well as made them weary of her. Her soundless steps made not a sound as she darted through the grass. Was that the sound of footsteps she heard?...