Post by brooke on May 5, 2008 14:52:56 GMT -5
Posé wandered through the dark forest, her steps slow, her walk defiant, her eyes were darkened, turned up towards the ever darkening sky, the moon was rising his, her white floty gown trailing in the dirt, her bare feet feeling the earth with each step she took, the trees rustled as a wind picked up, blowing her hair out behind her, her black and white wings outstretched, catching the wind in them and cruling it forward, she saw the shimmer of the water on the river, her eyes turning to it now, her face was dead looking, pale and lifeless. Posé knelt by the water, dipping her hands into it and speaking ina foreign tongue, the demon was winning in her, making her more fire then air, the water was cold to the touch, making ehr shiver, she pulled her fingers out as a doe came towards her, her eyes focused on it and she waited for it o be close enough before touching tis nose.