The black Tiger with rainbow stripes is sitting on the grass with her back against a log at the shore of an average lake. She is dressed in a spaghetti-strapped white top with black borders at the not too low cleavage and the hem. Her lower body is covered with short white cargo pants showing her digitigrade legs which she has pulled to her body.
In one paw she is holding a quill the inkpot next to her in the grass and in the other there is a pad resting partly on her knees.
Her ears twitch ocassionally and the tip of her tail in the grass flicks in a relaxed pace.
She is writing gazing at the lake from time to time with her blue eyes to think and a smile plays around her snout.
A slight breeze rustles the leaves of the trees around her, combs through her soft fur and her black surfer style hair and ruffles the water.
It smells of flowers and grass and the sun is shining brightly though the Tiger is sitting in the shadows. The rays of light reflect off of the troubled water while birds are singing.
[cont.]
Post Merge: December 08, 2012, 05:49:53 PM
Dipping her quill into the ink she starts a new sentence in her story.
Topic: Shapeshifter\'s Den (Read 1356 times)