Post by Yus-chan on Feb 18, 2005 23:52:07 GMT -5
The sun had just set over the horizon, the sky nearly losing its brilliant orange as it faded without protest into the darker blues and purples of the astro world. Many in the city were asleep at this time of night, just a little past the stroke of midnight. The trees of the park swayed gently in the wind, groaning and creaking with the weight of their leaves heavy upon their shoulders. The softness of the grass was now prominent as the dew settled upon it, the mist falling to blanket the ground. Many thought this a peaceful setting, including the dark figure that rest lightly in one of the trees.
It was clearly female, as certain aspects of her told. Long, gray-streaked raven hair billowed gently about her form, the wind the cause of this movement. She was clad in a simple piece of cloth that covered her chest, tied neatly in the front as well as short, clearly cut off, blue jean shorts. She seemed comfortable enough in them, the large, plumed wolf tail swishing lightly through the air below the tree limb. Matching ears rested lazily atop her head, her amber-colored eyes closed half way in a lethargic sort of manner. Long, dark nails protruded from the tips of her gloved hands, the coverings padded as though to serve as wolf paws. Tanned skin was tattooed naturally in places, the markings tribal-like. She was barefoot of course, being a wolf-demon she knew nothing of shoes. Sighing she rested her head on the arms that rested behind her head, clearly bored with her current situation.
It was clearly female, as certain aspects of her told. Long, gray-streaked raven hair billowed gently about her form, the wind the cause of this movement. She was clad in a simple piece of cloth that covered her chest, tied neatly in the front as well as short, clearly cut off, blue jean shorts. She seemed comfortable enough in them, the large, plumed wolf tail swishing lightly through the air below the tree limb. Matching ears rested lazily atop her head, her amber-colored eyes closed half way in a lethargic sort of manner. Long, dark nails protruded from the tips of her gloved hands, the coverings padded as though to serve as wolf paws. Tanned skin was tattooed naturally in places, the markings tribal-like. She was barefoot of course, being a wolf-demon she knew nothing of shoes. Sighing she rested her head on the arms that rested behind her head, clearly bored with her current situation.
