happy Sunday!
heres an rp post from another site I'm on, the spelling and punctuation is better right?
still unblinking, still unmoving, still-seemingly-unbreathing, her long curved claws had dug deep tunnels in the earth, her tail, ungroomed and long and still, her fur, like swirling wind it seemed to move without moving her eyes, ice blue with scarlet streaks, her ears, down and torn, her teeth, long and sharp. She seemed beautiful, but something found in only a nightmare, as her head slowly turned, and her bloodchilling, spinetingling gaze swepped across the Ridgepack members, finally stopping at Serken, her eyes seemed to darken with cold, unknown fury, the Prisoner was a wolf that you wouldn't want to get close to, to talk to, and especially, to be alone with, her fur was spattered with blood, dried and crumbling, the earth around her was red, but not her own blood, but the blood of those she dispised, the blood of her own family.
