Post by tawny on May 1, 2006 19:57:35 GMT -5
(ooc; anyone can post here! You know you want too ;D)
A scarlet paw dipped into the water, ripples building and building upon one another like stepping stones. They expanded yet vanished just as quickly, dying so that new ones could spring forth from the center and repeat the never-ending life cycle, the light of battle illuminated her jade eyes.
They was much like life, really. So fast you don't even notice their gone. So quiet and subtle, as if taking life was as simple as dipping a claw into a swamp. Of course Ghostpaw knew it was more complicated than that, but it was satisfying none the less. She itched to kill, the thought of taking an enemies life boiled through her veins at an alarming race.
The wind nipped at her scarlet-brown fur, sending involuntary shivers up and down her spine a few times. She shook her fur, as if too warn the cold away. Taking a few steps away from the swamp, she sat quietly and stared at an oak tree, her eyes soaking in the bark's complicated structures and enigmatic texture. If one was to saunter by her right now, all they would see was an obedient apprentice enjoying an innocent midday stroll along the swamp.
But she was planning. It was only a matter of time.
A scarlet paw dipped into the water, ripples building and building upon one another like stepping stones. They expanded yet vanished just as quickly, dying so that new ones could spring forth from the center and repeat the never-ending life cycle, the light of battle illuminated her jade eyes.
They was much like life, really. So fast you don't even notice their gone. So quiet and subtle, as if taking life was as simple as dipping a claw into a swamp. Of course Ghostpaw knew it was more complicated than that, but it was satisfying none the less. She itched to kill, the thought of taking an enemies life boiled through her veins at an alarming race.
The wind nipped at her scarlet-brown fur, sending involuntary shivers up and down her spine a few times. She shook her fur, as if too warn the cold away. Taking a few steps away from the swamp, she sat quietly and stared at an oak tree, her eyes soaking in the bark's complicated structures and enigmatic texture. If one was to saunter by her right now, all they would see was an obedient apprentice enjoying an innocent midday stroll along the swamp.
But she was planning. It was only a matter of time.
