Her eyes are glinting in the light of the moon and stars. They're what some would call ice blue, but such would be a boring description and therefore makes them seem dull and commonplace. A far better description would at least mention the solid color of the beaches you see in pretty vacation photos, or maybe shallow lakes in the summer. They were that color, and the edges were lighter than the middle almost, in a weird, amazing sort of way. It seemed that the rest of her was centered around her eyes, but her hair also fell across her shoulders as she stared the moon straight on. In the dark, it might as well have been any color, you couldn't much tell, but it was pale, and dark, at the same time. Her face wasn't unhappy, but it wasn't happy; more serene and like she was thinking of untold secrets and old triumphs. But I'll tell you that the most beautiful thing wasn't even her appearance, but the sounds that escaped her lips, because as the night went on, so did her song. It had no chorus, no form, but a beautiful melody that wove around in all the ways possible. And if you happen to find her, you'd say the song was beyond any description that you or I could give. And if you were to ask her what was on her mind, you'd never get an answer; maybe she wants us to keep on wondering.

She moved quietly along the walls. The cave's jagged edges made her look distorted and scary, like the monster most young children fear to be hidden in their rooms. But looks can be deceiving, and if you would look closer you would be able to tell that the shadow was really just a girl who was really not as terrifying as she seemed. Maybe someone who had dreams and fears like anybody else. As she crept, the cave flickered, the moonlight was interrupted, put to a halt you may say, for her. She skipped out of the cave towards the forest. She didn't dare get too close to any type of civilization, they would certainly mistake her for a terrible beast, and banish her. She was really just like any other kid, except for the whole shadow deal. But why deal with ridicule and shrill yells when you could instead be alone? It wasn't really worth it, but nobody wants to be lonely.

Fenrir- I hope you like the way I made you a shadow! This was really cool to do. 

Avara made no sound, she was in awe of what was in front of her. The sun was shining on her face, and it was nice. There was a far-off noise of birds and the river. She walked around, enjoying the view of the river and the trees. They were nice, and Avara's sharp, observant eyes soaked it all up. Every bit of the scene was beautiful. Her skin, tinted purple, was beautiful in the light, and her long legs dangled over the dock and into the river as she sat down. The water tickled the bottom of her feet, it was cold. She was smiling, that was for sure, and her smile was the kind that you actually believed, the kind that made you happy just looking at it. Avara just looked friendly, sitting and smiling to herself.