Post by reflection on Jan 20, 2008 15:04:18 GMT -5
Daggers hit the soft earth gently as the fae pranced lightly into the moonlit clearing. Her moves, were so graceful, and angelic that it was as if she was preforming a dance in the twilight. Her coat shone a silver stain, from afar. But as the beauty approached colser, the black spots upon her silky coat were plainly visible. Her arabian blood was ovbious, and she was a true equine beauty. Her orbs sparkled unconciously. Questions flew through her mind, and she pondered them lightly...
Would she find a love here, or was this place like all the others? Was there a Stag worthy of her heart in this vast land, or would she depart once again? She knew not but there was only a way to find an answer. So the fae raised her graceful head and let a melodious sound escape her maw. She was calling to any stags around this clearing. Thoughts once again entered her mind. What would the stag(s) be like? would they be fake? Like some she had known. Would they be rude? she could not stand rudeness. Would they be crazy? She most certianly had met crazy ones. Or maybe, just maybe would one be different and maybe...though it seems unlikely, would one somehow capture her heart? Well, there was one thing she knew. That was that she most certianly did not see herself being dragged somewhere. For if it came to that she could be plenty of trouble. She was NOT a weak mare. She slowed to a halt, and pricked her delicate ears, her tiara held high as she silently waited.....
Would she find a love here, or was this place like all the others? Was there a Stag worthy of her heart in this vast land, or would she depart once again? She knew not but there was only a way to find an answer. So the fae raised her graceful head and let a melodious sound escape her maw. She was calling to any stags around this clearing. Thoughts once again entered her mind. What would the stag(s) be like? would they be fake? Like some she had known. Would they be rude? she could not stand rudeness. Would they be crazy? She most certianly had met crazy ones. Or maybe, just maybe would one be different and maybe...though it seems unlikely, would one somehow capture her heart? Well, there was one thing she knew. That was that she most certianly did not see herself being dragged somewhere. For if it came to that she could be plenty of trouble. She was NOT a weak mare. She slowed to a halt, and pricked her delicate ears, her tiara held high as she silently waited.....