by winter. » Sun Sep 04, 2011 6:02 am
Rosalie tugged at the collar around her neck. She wished she could phase right now. Suddenly, an idea came to her. She looked out into the hallway to make sure that no one was coming, and confirming that the coast was clear, she picked the collar with her nail, until it fell onto the bed. Free of the collar's control, she shifted into her Arctic Wolf form, her claws tacking against the floor as she walked around the cage. Her tail swished behind her, and she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. She shifted back into her human form, her fur shimmering back into skin, and resecured the collar. She was disappointed at how short her freedom was lived.
whose woods these are I think I know
his house is in the village though
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow
the woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleepc h a r a c t e r s
i'm a lonely teenager who spends all her time on the internet
but you can just call me winter