Post by Demon on Dec 4, 2006 21:44:13 GMT -5
((OOC: Yay for first-ever actual RP on Yamaneko! ))
BIC:Many things had come to pass. Time had slipped by, lost to the obscurity of the past, a mingling of memories bitter and sweet. A new start...the phrase was refreshing. Ah, yes. A new home, untainted by the presence of others...or so she thought. Her jaded portals that was her nose delicatly took in the oxygen, sifting through the scents to search for the musky odor of another feline. Many practices assisted in fine-tuning her scenting abilities, but even so Zyana could not pick up any presence of foriegn creatures.
Around her the world was still, veiled in a shimmering transparent mist that curled sensually about Zyana’s lithe physique as she stood atop a slight outcrop of jagged rock. The curtain of fog shifted lightly with the faint breeze and as the pale dawn sun broke over the distant mountain ranges a golden stream of light bathed Zyana in its ethereal glow. Like molten gold it shimmered across her feminine contours, her obsidian coat soaking up the rays as it glittered and shone.
Zyana was motionless, an exquisite statue silhouetted against crisp morning sky. Her tawny eyes were closed, the rise and fall of her flanks the only thing betraying her mortality. She was breath taking, a regal feline in her prime, and even standing so still one could not deny the power she wielded over herself and many around her. Would this land be next?
As the sun slowly crept its way down the slight rise and began flooding the dark prepicise, Zyana allowed her pale yellow eyes to sweep across the land that unfurled from beneath her paws; her home. To the untrained eye it would appear cold and desolate, but to Zyana it was complete and utter perfection.
Vision flickered across each facet of her new home, yellow gaze unconciously hunting down a familiar figure. She was looking for another being, but never would she admit it to herself. To admit it would be to embrace it, and to embrace would mean she’d have to acknowledge the integral part the population now played in her life. She’d be d**ned if she ever became reliant on another soul. Yes, we all know it is inevitable, but let us see how long Zyana will continue to deny it for, shall we?
BIC:Many things had come to pass. Time had slipped by, lost to the obscurity of the past, a mingling of memories bitter and sweet. A new start...the phrase was refreshing. Ah, yes. A new home, untainted by the presence of others...or so she thought. Her jaded portals that was her nose delicatly took in the oxygen, sifting through the scents to search for the musky odor of another feline. Many practices assisted in fine-tuning her scenting abilities, but even so Zyana could not pick up any presence of foriegn creatures.
Around her the world was still, veiled in a shimmering transparent mist that curled sensually about Zyana’s lithe physique as she stood atop a slight outcrop of jagged rock. The curtain of fog shifted lightly with the faint breeze and as the pale dawn sun broke over the distant mountain ranges a golden stream of light bathed Zyana in its ethereal glow. Like molten gold it shimmered across her feminine contours, her obsidian coat soaking up the rays as it glittered and shone.
Zyana was motionless, an exquisite statue silhouetted against crisp morning sky. Her tawny eyes were closed, the rise and fall of her flanks the only thing betraying her mortality. She was breath taking, a regal feline in her prime, and even standing so still one could not deny the power she wielded over herself and many around her. Would this land be next?
As the sun slowly crept its way down the slight rise and began flooding the dark prepicise, Zyana allowed her pale yellow eyes to sweep across the land that unfurled from beneath her paws; her home. To the untrained eye it would appear cold and desolate, but to Zyana it was complete and utter perfection.
Vision flickered across each facet of her new home, yellow gaze unconciously hunting down a familiar figure. She was looking for another being, but never would she admit it to herself. To admit it would be to embrace it, and to embrace would mean she’d have to acknowledge the integral part the population now played in her life. She’d be d**ned if she ever became reliant on another soul. Yes, we all know it is inevitable, but let us see how long Zyana will continue to deny it for, shall we?