Post by Hurt on Jan 4, 2007 19:53:47 GMT -5
Pail sun-kissed limbs lifted and fell while daggers were pulled to and from the loam floor. Thorns stood atop her skulla, pricked and listening to the sounds that came from the creatures around her, while barrel moved in and out slowly. She no longer a young and inexperienced flika but a full fledged bruja who had come to this place many times before. Emeralds swayed in the wind and ticked at her as she floated through them, sot pools washed along the land taking in it’s beauty and searching for a half-demon. Kissers parted slightly and a bitter sweet screech left her as limbs locked.
