The morning was foggy and damp, a layer of the pale grey cotten swathing the ground and everything around it. In the forest just off a small riding trail a hollow made from roots of an oak tree and carpeted by a thick layer of moss and fallen leaves was being occupied by a crumpled figure. Dressed in black and purple lace, her long black hair fanned out around her and her body curled in on itself protecting a rumpled and blood stained dragon wing. Its twin was curved over the rest of the girls body, those wings the only thing visible that marked her as diffrent than any other human.
The thundering of hooves along the dirt road broke the scilence of the still morning, and awoke the girl huddled in the hollow of the tree.
She bolted upright, her violet eyes wide, and she attempted to hide herself before the people riding those horses could see her.
Alas, she was not fast enough and a group of horses rounded the corner, thier manes and tails flying and bright tack gleaming even in the weak sunlight. They thundered past, dust from the road partialy obscuring the view of the woods...but not enough to hide the bright splash of purple from the winged girls clothes.
(there we go hope you liked it and its enough to go on for your post :3)
The thundering of hooves along the dirt road broke the scilence of the still morning, and awoke the girl huddled in the hollow of the tree.
She bolted upright, her violet eyes wide, and she attempted to hide herself before the people riding those horses could see her.
Alas, she was not fast enough and a group of horses rounded the corner, thier manes and tails flying and bright tack gleaming even in the weak sunlight. They thundered past, dust from the road partialy obscuring the view of the woods...but not enough to hide the bright splash of purple from the winged girls clothes.
(there we go hope you liked it and its enough to go on for your post :3)