(SAM'S POV)
She was amazingly beautiful, and cold looking. Her dress was black, or a dark purple, I couldn't tell, but it hugged her body. Upon her head she wore a delicate silver tiara. Her golden eyes, despite being warm in color, were icy. Her lips, painted red, were set in a line.
She looked angry and forlorn. Her posture was stick straight, uncomfortable. She settled her wings around her, like a cocoon. She stared at our little group with suspicion. At her side was a large brown bear that let out a deep, rumbling growl. She put a hand on the bears head to calm it and walked forward carefully.
"Why are you here?" she whispered.
 Snozzwanger the Pyro · Sun Apr 19, 2009 @ 08:04pm · 0 Comments |
