Aya Miyahira
Ghost in the machine *^*
The twisted Wonderland of a forest was eerily quiet, only the whistling of wind to be heard as an icy breeze impolitely whips it's way through the Labyrinth of towering, dim-litted trees, strangely tall, oddly shaped toadstools and crystals of all shapes, colours, sizes, etc. Caring not if it disturbs the deep violet mist that washes over the area.
"Boring, Boring, Boring." Came a soft voice from up above. A small, almost feline-like figure was perched in between the forked branches of a blackened oak tree, slender legs lazily overhanging either side of the twisted branch which swooped it's criss-crossing twigs overhead the curving, gravelly pathway, reaching out like the bony fingers of a witch in the darkness though limpening as the breeze begins to pick up into a howling wind once more, a storm was coming. Though it wouldn't surprise Aya if a tornado was coming, the realm had strange weather patterns, simply to fit with the kookiness of the whole set out, it was one of the few things she loved.
The mutt opened her eyes--Or really I should say eye, the left was concealed by a white, blood-splattered eyepatch, marked with an "x" messily sewn in black thread-- to spy into the darkening clouds overhead, just able to peek through the thick vegetation overhead of herself. Carefully though lazily she began to trace the canopy's leafy pattern with her golden orb, her large, fluffy tail fanning out as it sways back and forth in content, overhanging the branch to accompany her legs, however her arms were kept crossed over her stomach, currently hidden in her over-sized hoodie's front pocket.
"Boring, Boring, Boring." Came a soft voice from up above. A small, almost feline-like figure was perched in between the forked branches of a blackened oak tree, slender legs lazily overhanging either side of the twisted branch which swooped it's criss-crossing twigs overhead the curving, gravelly pathway, reaching out like the bony fingers of a witch in the darkness though limpening as the breeze begins to pick up into a howling wind once more, a storm was coming. Though it wouldn't surprise Aya if a tornado was coming, the realm had strange weather patterns, simply to fit with the kookiness of the whole set out, it was one of the few things she loved.
The mutt opened her eyes--Or really I should say eye, the left was concealed by a white, blood-splattered eyepatch, marked with an "x" messily sewn in black thread-- to spy into the darkening clouds overhead, just able to peek through the thick vegetation overhead of herself. Carefully though lazily she began to trace the canopy's leafy pattern with her golden orb, her large, fluffy tail fanning out as it sways back and forth in content, overhanging the branch to accompany her legs, however her arms were kept crossed over her stomach, currently hidden in her over-sized hoodie's front pocket.