Post by Wolfdreamer on Jan 27, 2005 12:01:26 GMT -5
Phyla trotted swiftly though open range. Her tongue lay out of her mouth. It suddenly became dry. Her legs ran gracefully around the clearing, checking out the abyss around her. The cream colored femora met the rock where she would lay for the night after sounding her call.
She lifted one forepaw off the ground. Her dial made its way to be pointing to the moon. Her jowls opened and a thunderous call echoed thoughout the lands. Besides the deep voices of other wolvens, hers was a sweet sound of rytmic melodies. Her sweet voice was one of the elvish axcents(SP?) she had.
The wind picked up speed as the clouds began to cover the moon. Her plumage shifted as she lept upon the rock set in the ground. She licked her chops in hunger but kept her tongue from lolling out.
Her forepaws crossed like a lady should do with her legs. The sweet femora let her head move slowly to her paws. Her azure pools seemed to drop as her head did. Soon her head filled with darkness as she fell deep in sleep.
She lifted one forepaw off the ground. Her dial made its way to be pointing to the moon. Her jowls opened and a thunderous call echoed thoughout the lands. Besides the deep voices of other wolvens, hers was a sweet sound of rytmic melodies. Her sweet voice was one of the elvish axcents(SP?) she had.
The wind picked up speed as the clouds began to cover the moon. Her plumage shifted as she lept upon the rock set in the ground. She licked her chops in hunger but kept her tongue from lolling out.
Her forepaws crossed like a lady should do with her legs. The sweet femora let her head move slowly to her paws. Her azure pools seemed to drop as her head did. Soon her head filled with darkness as she fell deep in sleep.
