Post by bynx on Jun 19, 2007 0:56:21 GMT -5
Gentle footsteps echoed softly on the blood ridden ground. They left no prints, no sign they had been there. The body moved slowly, moving with grace, taking it's time, looking at every detail as it passed. The smooth curves and the feminine take on the figure, proved it to be female. A closer look reviled stunning features, features pure and white, shining through the black fog emitted from the dead corpses.
Her hair was long and straight, and a flattering silver shone gently with each step she took. Her skin was warm, porcelain in color. Around her neck was a silver choker, a small round pendant hanging from the middle. Her dress was a thin white, her well formed body could be seen through it. It fell to her shins, wisping away with every small step she took, following the gentle wind. Large, feathery white wings gently bounced behind her, increasing her glow in the dim darkness. Wrapped around her arm was a pearl necklace, fastened tightly, secure enough to ensure it wouldn't fall.
Her brows were creased, her eyes full of an intense sadness, and anger. Her right hand was held gently over her heart as she gently clenched her teeth. The arm wrapped with the beads at her side, held in a fist. Everything around her was dead, dim in life and in love. Bending down, she picked up a flower, but at her touch it withered, an crumbled. She was stunned. Standing again, she kept moving, her brow still furrowed, her eyes still full of intense emotion.
Her hair was long and straight, and a flattering silver shone gently with each step she took. Her skin was warm, porcelain in color. Around her neck was a silver choker, a small round pendant hanging from the middle. Her dress was a thin white, her well formed body could be seen through it. It fell to her shins, wisping away with every small step she took, following the gentle wind. Large, feathery white wings gently bounced behind her, increasing her glow in the dim darkness. Wrapped around her arm was a pearl necklace, fastened tightly, secure enough to ensure it wouldn't fall.
Her brows were creased, her eyes full of an intense sadness, and anger. Her right hand was held gently over her heart as she gently clenched her teeth. The arm wrapped with the beads at her side, held in a fist. Everything around her was dead, dim in life and in love. Bending down, she picked up a flower, but at her touch it withered, an crumbled. She was stunned. Standing again, she kept moving, her brow still furrowed, her eyes still full of intense emotion.