Post by Kitty Israel on Mar 30, 2009 18:44:22 GMT -8
During the day, Greenwood Forest was a pleasant place to wander; the light streaming through the trees cast shadows, but no ones to terrify, only to ignite the imagination. One shadow could be a faerie flitting out from under a cluster of mushrooms, while another shadow could be a Elf flashing past the corner of one's eye. But it was not the daytime.
Those shadows which seemed so stimulating and lovely during the day took on a new twist, and among them was a young woman who looked like she fit there. Her olive green eyes ringed with garnet flashed every so often in the darkness, revealing a catlike quality to the black jaguar Shapeshifter. Wearing dark jeans, no shoes, a black tank top and a black zip-up hoodie tied around her waist, Kat Israel blended in, seeming like a ghost of Greenwood Forest.
As she walked along, a soft song escape from Kat's lips...
Her words were hauntingly beautiful, and seemed to fit with the darkness. The lost look that often crossed Kat's features was not there. In fact, she seemed as if she had lived in the forest her whole life, as some sort of partially wild child. Her heart cried for someone to care for her, but there was no one around... or so she thought.
The look of a wild-child lay in Kat's features; where her fear normally held on tight, she instead looked fiery and free. Not even being "free" from her slavery could totally take away the horrors of her past, but here, she could just be herself. She felt more free at times like this than the day she had run away. In her freedom and song, Seeta Akatriel did a pirouette and a couple small leaps, graceful and beautiful. She felt good here, and took little notice of the things around her.
Those shadows which seemed so stimulating and lovely during the day took on a new twist, and among them was a young woman who looked like she fit there. Her olive green eyes ringed with garnet flashed every so often in the darkness, revealing a catlike quality to the black jaguar Shapeshifter. Wearing dark jeans, no shoes, a black tank top and a black zip-up hoodie tied around her waist, Kat Israel blended in, seeming like a ghost of Greenwood Forest.
As she walked along, a soft song escape from Kat's lips...
You are the lighthouse, the seamark
The tempests created this tide
I'm pulled to the black silver ocean
where the current and the heavens collide...
The tempests created this tide
I'm pulled to the black silver ocean
where the current and the heavens collide...
Her words were hauntingly beautiful, and seemed to fit with the darkness. The lost look that often crossed Kat's features was not there. In fact, she seemed as if she had lived in the forest her whole life, as some sort of partially wild child. Her heart cried for someone to care for her, but there was no one around... or so she thought.
The look of a wild-child lay in Kat's features; where her fear normally held on tight, she instead looked fiery and free. Not even being "free" from her slavery could totally take away the horrors of her past, but here, she could just be herself. She felt more free at times like this than the day she had run away. In her freedom and song, Seeta Akatriel did a pirouette and a couple small leaps, graceful and beautiful. She felt good here, and took little notice of the things around her.
