Post by rainy on Jun 2, 2008 18:30:55 GMT -5
Very slowly, a silhouetted figure eased from the brush, sliding out of the heavily laid cover of trees and into the wide clearing. The texture under the creature’s paws shifted rather leisurely from supple sodden, to durable rock, and then to a prickly grass that was not very favorable. The sharp blades pressed unevenly against Vixen’s soft pads -that were already sore from traveling upon miles and miles of sharp, broken rocks- under her tiny paws. The feeling that gave her was more or less tolerable, but excessively irritating. Pain from the uneven surfaces of the mountain were long lost, and was now replaced with nuisance more than anything.
-not even close to done. I'll finished it tomorrow.-