Fenris was tired and the sun was beginning to sink below the treetops, and
a red-golden light fell over the open clearing, letting the light pink
roses shed their peachy pink color to take on a soft blood colored sheen.
The young girl whispered into a jeweled vile her father had spelled to
control weather and protect small areas of land. The words Fenris
whispered were to keep skies clear so she could sleep outside, a treat she
provided for herself once in a while.
Zecatto walked under the foot of Fenris's rope hammock. He plopped down and rested his head on his gigantic paws. Fenris came walking over with her blankets to pad and wrap her body. Fenris laid down the blankets, and let out a leisurely sigh. But in a sudden change of mood she let out a slight laugh.
Zecatto's Point of View
I never really paid attention to her looks.
Third Person
Fenris had long waist length jet-black hair, with ruby highlights on the right fore area. Her skin was a flawless almond tan. The eyes that glistened like jewels were a sea green with violet and gold flecks. When Zecatto and Fenris had first met the girl had her hair up in a horsetail in the back with the fronts falling down to frame her perfect face.
Any man would kill to have her as their lover, Zecatto murmured.
"What?" Fenris asked, startled out of her distant thoughts.
Nothing, Zecatto replied with a sly wolf grin.
Fenris just turned away once again to stare out at the sunset. But after a few more minutes of listening to the birds Fenris threw her head back and began to recite:
A girl of perfection,
Waiting for a loved resurrection
Revenge against a tame lioness
Waiting in a dire sadness
A companion of white
Shall bring back the bright
In her
Fenris shook violently, and then fell to her knees, weeping. The leather that held the girl's hair snapped and a wave of black fell limply to her shoulders and back. The tears that rolled swiftly down Fenris's face fell on to the silken kimono to form a small dark circle.
"I must get to bed..." Fenris stammered before fainting on the ground.
Zecatto walked under the foot of Fenris's rope hammock. He plopped down and rested his head on his gigantic paws. Fenris came walking over with her blankets to pad and wrap her body. Fenris laid down the blankets, and let out a leisurely sigh. But in a sudden change of mood she let out a slight laugh.
Zecatto's Point of View
I never really paid attention to her looks.
Third Person
Fenris had long waist length jet-black hair, with ruby highlights on the right fore area. Her skin was a flawless almond tan. The eyes that glistened like jewels were a sea green with violet and gold flecks. When Zecatto and Fenris had first met the girl had her hair up in a horsetail in the back with the fronts falling down to frame her perfect face.
Any man would kill to have her as their lover, Zecatto murmured.
"What?" Fenris asked, startled out of her distant thoughts.
Nothing, Zecatto replied with a sly wolf grin.
Fenris just turned away once again to stare out at the sunset. But after a few more minutes of listening to the birds Fenris threw her head back and began to recite:
A girl of perfection,
Waiting for a loved resurrection
Revenge against a tame lioness
Waiting in a dire sadness
A companion of white
Shall bring back the bright
In her
Fenris shook violently, and then fell to her knees, weeping. The leather that held the girl's hair snapped and a wave of black fell limply to her shoulders and back. The tears that rolled swiftly down Fenris's face fell on to the silken kimono to form a small dark circle.
"I must get to bed..." Fenris stammered before fainting on the ground.