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Posted on March 17, 2013 at 01:31:33 AM by Pandora
Pandora
5 years Female Eyes are midnight blue with silvered streaks and visible, "winking" stars (depending on how you look at them). Rimmed in black, the stars look like they glitter in the moonlight. Height: 24" Weight: 70 lb As far as appearance goes, expect a rather lithe, somewhat small form, perhaps a bit more long than tall, though neither statistic is too disproportionate. Rather thin, the majority of the weight is focused layers of muscles that make for an agile girl. But, fluffy? Yes, not the type of fluffy where it's like a big poof ball, but rather like a silky smooth coat that doesn't snag easily. And, speaking of coat colors, think black. A multi-hued jet-black, like glimmering ebony got turned into fur. If you look at it just right in the moonlight, you can almost see a bluish tinge to it, a deep sapphire blue that seems more the color of the midnight sky. LHX Referred by ATR (click either image to access the original; tell me if you'd prefer I didn't use them) rules? check w/m: 200 sample from here Silver moonlight floods over my coat. To, think, I? A wolf? It almost seems unfair. What am I if not considerate of even what others would unthinkingly prey upon. How, then am I this way? I guess you could say I'm just a little bit contemplative tonight, then. Not like I'm trying to toot my horn and say others aren't compassionate or grateful- I've met many who are. It's just... awkward, I suppose. To know myself to be this fuzzy, this furry, and this dangerous. There are those hard to explain phenomena, aren't there? A light breeze ruffles through my fur, strands of bluish ebony standing at attention to the wind's coaxing fingers. Call it an insistence to wanderlust, but sitting here is merely making me restless. I'm not a huntress, not by nature, but that doesn't mean I won't get bored with just sitting. So, pace it is. Around the trees, gently gliding through their interwoven branches and the last hangers on of their tiny gold and red denizens. Amidst the still grasping tendrils of air that string through my own like their plaything, the purring sounds of the night air their response to my willingness to be petted in such a way. And, every face I pass, those of the owls in the trees, glaring down at me condescendingly or curiously, the knots in the trees that seem to take on snouts and whiskers all their own to stare at me from their safe havens, each is one and the same in my mind. The love of my life, eternally watching me even when he isn't standing beside of me in figure. Every little thing becomes his essence to me. Call it a little melancholy, a little romantic, but it gets me through the days and nights without him by my side. Oh, my beloved... I shall blend into the night until you pick me out of the shadows once more. Silver moonlight flooding over me... and all my thoughts are where they often, if not always, are: on you. Pandora  |
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