Arwen

The wind rustled the sharp blades of grass gently as a snowy toned duchess of the wild canine order waltzed through. Porcelain plumage waving carelessly in the air behind her slender framework, the seductress made her way through the prairie, nostrils tipped for the scent of others of her kind. Or of another. All senses were on red alert. You had to be on your toes in such high grass. So many hiding places. It suited her well. Small fox like auditories pricked in different directions, listening for any sound other than the quiet of her soft pads hitting the loose soil. Ebony spheres made their rounds of the open space, taking in every blade of grass for a potential pouncing spot. As if in anticipation of such, her pink textured tongue flicked over velveteens slowly, like tasting invisible blood of the careless fool to do such a thing.

Arwen • teen • white with black eyes • female • slender yet athletic • of questionable breeding

don't tempt fate..
..you might just die