Paranorma

Pure white colored apparitioness can vaguely be seen tracing the rugged mountain side, darting to and fro. She finally comes upon a ledge, and the ghostly pale femora stops, pulse rapid and brisk, hurried breaths heaving her sides. Ruddy, deep brown optics flecked with gold flicker and coruscate across the vacant, deserted terra. Opaque orbs move to the closer range of vision, giving sudden, cryptic glances behind and above her. She looked upon herself.

Her ghostly white coat was far from fleckless. Her pelt was damp and paws and legs were covered with mud, showing her far and frequent treking. Bramble and twigs hung in her shaggy coat, and yet, she had an obscure, innocent feature that brought her beauty. Her eyes held an unfathomable look in them; it never ceased; but showed she held much secrecy within.

She had an almost degrading and piteous fear of her own kin, and knew there were many of them here. She had just met one, in fact, and now scolded herself for running from her. How am I to get back on track, with an actual life, if I only run from those chances? She thought to herself.

She laid down, pulse had returned to normal. The grit and rocky grime she laid upon had soaked her underside and legs even more-so, and her coat was dirtier then ever. She did not keep track of her outlook, for she was always running, never wanting to be, but somehow always turning out alone....She had been alienated by her own blood long ago, and yet she had guilt that did not belong to her.....

Paranorma

The pure colored wolfess laid for an hour or so, before leaving this terra. She had found nothing of value other than traquility. She wished to be with others, but her fears held her back. Finally, the hard running wolfess runs towards pike's lake. She led a hard trail to follow.

Silence in death

The brute had been watching her, he had wanted to speak but he daren't, he had never been in clsoe range of any wolf except his mother. Night kissed shadow moves after her, deep brown orbs watching her with longing.