Laundi walked slowly, her hands in her leather jacket pockets whole her hair, that was down for a change, flew in the wind while a beanie covered most of it. Her steps quiet and her breath turning to a grey cloud in front of her that silhouetted into the sky and away forever. Her combat boots crunched the crimson leaves and the shadows that surrounded her howled as the wind blew through the trees. She watched her boots crush each leaf that fell under them and she sighed and looked up at the darkness ahead of her. She's been walking a while and the forest was growling darker and darker, but Laundi enjoyed it. Darkness seemed to be her only friend in times of confusion and a mixed sadness that caused her to grow angry and yet, she didn't know why. An eternal confusion, an eternal lust for something that shed never receive. The darkness comforted her, and always would. As the wind grew softer yet still shrieked within the shadows Laundi stopped near a tall tree that had many crimson colored leaves under it and she leaned against it. She stared at the darkness, her eyes adjusting quickly and she just say the outlines of trees and the darkness was all too, silent.
Not a leave crunched under the wait of another, the only heard was the wind. No bird, or animal, no growl or howl, nothing. Zira growled softly before settling. Laundi just crossed her arms over her chest and watched the darkness get darker and her eyes continue to adjust. She has been out and about lately, trying to avoid others, but a bit of company, a bit of the right company wouldn't be too bad. She liked having good company around. Laundi had yet too make a real, friend. She's met several pack members and a few from the other pack, all of which are her, friends, but not her friends. The world was an ugly place and she was one thing most mortals believe to be a myth or a nightmare. She loved being a mortals nightmare and she loved showing them that hell on earth does exist and she was proof, the flame burning in her eye while she prowled around as both forms, left mortals uneasy and the kinda of her own guessing. It was all a guessing game, when will you love me, when will I love you, will I love you, when am I going to die, how am I going to die. How am I going to make it?
The world continued to grow darker and so did Laundi's soul, she stood up from leaning on the tree and planted her boots squarely on the ground and rolled her shoulder forward and when she took her next step, her brown paw crushed the leaves now. Her ears flat against her skull and her head lowered to walk under the tree branches that were reaching at her like arms from the gates of hell. The wind died down and her large paws made soft thuds onto the crunchy crimson leaves and her muscles rippled underneath her brown cloaked figure. She looked like a dark shadow, her bi colored eyes shining in the darkness as the images ahead of her became clearer. She wished for some fork of company, someone to talk too about stuff that mattered or stuff that didn't. Someone who wouldn't get bored and leave her like the rest.
Not a leave crunched under the wait of another, the only heard was the wind. No bird, or animal, no growl or howl, nothing. Zira growled softly before settling. Laundi just crossed her arms over her chest and watched the darkness get darker and her eyes continue to adjust. She has been out and about lately, trying to avoid others, but a bit of company, a bit of the right company wouldn't be too bad. She liked having good company around. Laundi had yet too make a real, friend. She's met several pack members and a few from the other pack, all of which are her, friends, but not her friends. The world was an ugly place and she was one thing most mortals believe to be a myth or a nightmare. She loved being a mortals nightmare and she loved showing them that hell on earth does exist and she was proof, the flame burning in her eye while she prowled around as both forms, left mortals uneasy and the kinda of her own guessing. It was all a guessing game, when will you love me, when will I love you, will I love you, when am I going to die, how am I going to die. How am I going to make it?
The world continued to grow darker and so did Laundi's soul, she stood up from leaning on the tree and planted her boots squarely on the ground and rolled her shoulder forward and when she took her next step, her brown paw crushed the leaves now. Her ears flat against her skull and her head lowered to walk under the tree branches that were reaching at her like arms from the gates of hell. The wind died down and her large paws made soft thuds onto the crunchy crimson leaves and her muscles rippled underneath her brown cloaked figure. She looked like a dark shadow, her bi colored eyes shining in the darkness as the images ahead of her became clearer. She wished for some fork of company, someone to talk too about stuff that mattered or stuff that didn't. Someone who wouldn't get bored and leave her like the rest.