07-14-2018, 04:47 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 550px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; border-bottom: 2px dashed;"]Rochelle approached slowly, down the gentle slope of a white dune. There was a brilliant light in her amber eyes, joyfully watching the dragon and the others. She could feel herself ... relaxed, for once. Like, her shoulders weren't propped up and rigid, her chin was narrowly pointed upwards. She didn't feel so serious, like she needed to keep her guard up. Maybe it was the sun ... or maybe it was just the liberating sense of belonging to a place she didn't feel scared of everyday. She didn't have to fight to be on top, or fight to stay on top. There was no fighting at all, she could just live.
So she let out a little laugh, though she didn't shade herself under the wings of Lucifer. "Ha ... if we all tried, we could bury him." Rochelle hummed out sarcastically, though she kept her tone good-natured. The wolf then lapsed into silence, still smiling as she pawed around with the sand, uncovering seashells and reburying them.
So she let out a little laugh, though she didn't shade herself under the wings of Lucifer. "Ha ... if we all tried, we could bury him." Rochelle hummed out sarcastically, though she kept her tone good-natured. The wolf then lapsed into silence, still smiling as she pawed around with the sand, uncovering seashells and reburying them.