by jaques » Fri Aug 16, 2013 6:42 am
Owlola sighed and stared off, her hawk-like vision concentrating on every movment. She fel, at that point, one with nature. "Let thy meld to thyn home to become awared to the shadows. Feel every blade of grass, every stone, every inch." She murmured, her eyes turning an electric blue color. "Let Silverpelt bind thee!!!" There was a flash of light and there Owlola stood her eyes closed, body relaxed and ready for anything.
adult - artist - she/he/they
just j is fine, too.