The suns dying light filters through the inconsistent cover of the forest canopy, casting both rays of gold and shades of the deepest black through the forest. The painted and faint world about would move at a snails pace as a pair of paws crackled through the ground.. Crunching leaves, breaking needles and scattering animals. The world seemed at peace, before a certain female wandered into the scene. Brisk steps were taken, though in no particular direction. A pair of bright blue eyes spied across the landscape, finding fault and root before the deft paws could. Once more, Zyla was on the move. But was this the end of one story, or just the beginning of a new chapter?
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And here we have GIFTART! From a friend on Furcadia, named Ayarix. I have no idea if she has an account on here, she just said to put her name. But it's awesome, I love the storybook feel to the colors.