Shewas still and alone on the top of the peak. The fierce, fiery winds nipped at her heels with intense power that she somehow loved. A bitter cold sheet of thick white snow cloaked the earth like a giant powerdy blanket. Cheyenna peered over the cliff's sharp edge, a tiny gray pebble slipping over. It tumbled down the slope, bouncing off the sides with speed until it fell into a lake full of icy blocks of blue. She gave a cautious step back from the edge, allowing her paw to sink into the snow like the pebble had connected with the lake.
The view was breathtaking. The glistening cubes sparkled from under the many layers of ice in the lake. The ice was wrinkled, like somebody had recently been skating on its slippery surface. Beyond the lake was a wood of hundreds of leafy trees trying to sway away from the violent breeze, as if struggling to blurt out a tune through its crackly bark. Just a couple fallen rainbows of leaves cluttered it underneath. Autumn was nearly over. Already the snow had cranked in and was taking over, and Cheyenna was preparing for a long, harsh winter.
Suddenly, she heard an uninviting whistle that appeared to be traveling on the roller-coaster of a wind, and her ears pricked, alert. Nose twitching incessantly, she immediately veered and dove the other direction, battling the icy wisps of snow flinging in her sapphire eyes. She had never stopped in the middle of a goal because of discomfort. And as she approached the wood downhill, it was pretty clear an intruder had invaded the land from the smell.
-- Edited by CollarGirl at 20:16, 2007-10-17
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It's June 2019. I came back to delete my signature of Ryan Ross doing cocaine (not that I am the one who put it there).
