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Post by rocknroll on Feb 17, 2007 15:47:27 GMT -5
The wind whipped around violently. Swirling and flinging with it buckets of hail as it came down, swaying the branches of the forest. The wind was threatening to jerk out the roots of the trees that had been in that forest for almost as long as time.
In the midst of all this chaos of nature there was a whirl wind of black hair. Like a pen that had squirted ink onto a piece of paper. The rest of the body was white as a pearl, it was hunched over her arm shielding her face and her other arm clutching a 5 inch stick like object wrapped in black leather. The hand clutching it was slowly turning charcoal black from the bitter coldness.
She was making her way toward a small rickety cottage tucked under the snow covered boulders a couple feet away. Her hair engulfed her face and she struggled to make her way through the knee-high snow. Her bare feet shuffled under the layers, her back curved around her package.
She stepped into the cottage the door screeching open as the wind whistled threateningly outside. Fae glanced back over her should her sharp pointed ears peaking from under her tangle of waist length hair and her piercing blue eyes as deep as the ocean, yet showed only the surface. Holding her breath before she took the step inside the cottage she gazed out onto the scene of complete destruction, her single too foot prints in the middle like an etched in island.
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