Slowly soft tunes of the wind died away and with her went the elegant dances of the broken canopy. Soon after, the tree tops grew totally still; lifeless and frozen. For moments this winter wonderland lay silent, no more than the sweet echoes of the falling, drifting snow kissing the already snowy barren lands below.
The haunting midnight hour lie chilled with the calm aroma of water, sealed together with frozen crystals of cyan. A scent that can not quite be described…A smell that only a wolf would know.
Adding to this scene of sadness and maniacal laughter, a struggle between the heavens as the moon proved she frightened. Nor brave enough to let her strands of golden light stream down and glide ever so gracefully across these lands. A fight between her self and the ebonite clouds that kept her captive in a prison of blackened darkness.
The amount of light that did fall down from the struggling orb did seem to enough, any night creature would not have trouble at least. The trees like elms and oaks, just as well as the other dying flora emitted a soft pale yellow glow, just enough to give the wood a haunting aura.
Abruptly a light puff of smoky mist rose from the clandestine, along with its depart at the canopy did a pair of bottle green orbs peer through the darkened shadows. These eyes of emerald cut through the deepest shadow like a knife through a golden stick of butter. A form of the purest ebony, awaken from a deep evening slumber, giving yet another yawn as a second breath flew upwards. Like lightening these orbs blinked twice, and only twice for moments they lie open and starring forwards.
Slowly but surely the moon began to win her battle, full rays of gold streaming from the heavens like a waterfall of pride. Filaments began to now sparkle, like the sun along the crystalline ashen floors, the light shinning with joy and glory as she swam about the broken limbs and flora. New beams now flickering upon the midnight spine, a form like that of a wolven creature sparkled beneath the rays of the full orb.
Coat of ebonite, nearly invisible against the darkness of the night, let lime like eyes show clearly. Rounded ears stood atop a defined cranium, flicking to and fro as the caught the sounds of the dancing snow. Tongue of rose flipped from coal snow ridden jowls, licking wolfish lips as to dampen with crystal saliva. Just as this wolf took back her tongue, a pearly canine became exposed, evident against maw of ebony.
Steadily forelimb of the right gave a subtle pull forwards, taking with its alabaster talons flakes of the newly fallen snow; still drifting like tiny clouds across the sky…
Now setting paw down the ebon’ she-devil let the hard iced layer of snow crunch beneath her weight, and dipping her sodden nose downwards she let her emerald optics flick back and forth as they gazed the sparkling chilled earth. Slowly letting another paw swipe forwards, this female of the purest midnight abruptly gave a leap from her hind limbs.
Stride accelerating, claws began to dig deep into the icy slush of January, muscles tightened with each strong pull of her petite but strong legs. Jade-like orbs set deep in coal tinged sockets drifted for an instant as they took notice of a dying bush ahead. Before paws could brake and halt, female of the night landed her pads on pure ice; a frozen concoction of a stream and debris that lie covered with the newly fallen snow.
Eyes widened with surprise as legs flung forwards and slipped upon the ice, forcing this wolf to tumble forth and fall deep into the russet thorny shrub…