Post by Modaisy on Nov 1, 2013 16:09:18 GMT -5
The draft kissed Black Pearl’s tendrils, causing them to blissfully create an almost waterfall effect down her thick nape. The shade from a thicker family of pines provided a slick darkness; her body seemed to be lined with a silver veneer, merely salt radiating off of her pelt. The season would be bringing new changes, as spring always did: newborns of all species, the budding of the flora, and the melancholy of Black Pearl. It was evident, Black Pearl flourished in the colder months but only because they brought longer nights and shorter days. It was the days really… summer would be prancing around the corner curtly, holding hands with those elongated days. They would carry with them things that made Black Pearl cringe; the saccharine, iridescent sun waves and just overall commotion in Chalk River. Scarce was an equine caught in Chalk River during those bitter months and aside from that, the predators were what in reality kept the hoofed mammals adrift. Black Pearl had accomplished her median with the substantial bears and thick packs of wolves. Sporadically a long-toothed canine would voyage along with her, keeping distance, almost getting gratification from the macabre aura she emitted.
Black Pearl shifted her weight, ultimately standing square. She had been standing mutely tranquil for so long that she imagined she could see the lawn sprouting up from the once frozen grounds. An indifferent, poignant sigh passed through her nostrils and she noticed an adolescent wolf close at hand. The scoundrel was indolently basking in the daylight, attempting to mind his own. However, it frequently kept its eye on the mare, just to see if her gruesome characteristics would relinquish any small victims that early afternoon. Black Pearl was so dreadfully not in the mood. Her orbs rolled back and forth for a few notes, the loose sclera oozing out for her to wipe down onto her petite, fair front legs. Her stature came off as elegantly maleficent – like the observing of any natural disaster. The sinister, persuasive quality that caused some wolves to follow her was the same sensation that made any stallion or mare inquisitive about the Black Pearl.
There were little, thinning patches of winter coat on her haunches that gradually would get picked up and out by the lethargic zephyr. Unfastened Pine needles started to dance down from the thick coniferous branches above her. A decent amount would end up blanketing Pearl’s figurine like body, causing her to quake them off whenever one landed erroneously. This was followed by the wolf taking action – just a raise of its head off the hot rock upon which it rested and then slamming it back down. Black Pearl swiftly shot the dog a lengthy, undignified stare and as she did, it curved its cranium up once more, to congregate her gaze. This lasted a few minutes. The canine reallocated and then again, heavily thumped back into dreaming. The femme watched a moment longer and then turned her consideration to the remote mountains that painted the backdrop of this brilliant terra firma she had felt at ease in. The moon was a faint, opaque falcate towering up in the light cerulean atmosphere and she then fixed her orbs on that, rapidly to get misplaced in her thoughts.