Post by Pandora on May 3, 2012 20:42:20 GMT -5
The dampness was irritating. It made the ground soggy, muddy, wet. Too much liquid seeped into the earth already. It had enough. Now it spewed it out, refusing to drink anymore. The wind didn’t help matters any. Even with the snow melting, the wind blew bitterly. Like it was mad its time to reign was over. The clouds over head were thick, with a grey tint to them. It looked as if a storm was on its way. As if it was ready to engulf this tundra with its fury. The Mafia princess, Pandora was in this almost barren land. Wandering, searching for something, knowledge to rule all. Stopping to view what lay before her, she say very little amount of trees, few and far between. At least they were of the pine kind, giving little shelter with their leaves if need be. What was the princess doing so far from home? She was on the prowl for knowledge to fill her head. She wanted to know what was out there. To be ready for anything that might come her way. Scared? I think not. Why would a princess be freighted? To be alone? No one likes being alone, but Pandora enjoys the seclusion. It gives her time to think, to breath. No, she was not afraid. She was trained for this. Trained to battle, to rip others hearts out, to fight to the death. Pandora continued on her quest. She was trying to make head way home. Heading south, the jungle called to her like a beacon. It shined bright in her heart and mind. She only hoped she would either defeat the approaching storm, or find shelter before it hits. Giving up was not an option.