Post by zephyr on May 1, 2007 19:37:05 GMT -5
A figure stands alone on the land, waiting. She has come to be accepted into a herd, in other words claime by a stallion. She stands with dial held high, pride written in her features. Her orbs gleamed with defianace. This fae will not allow herself to be pussed around by what ever brute should happen to walk by, at least not with out a fight. Though, she did not have the strenght a brute, they were naturaly stronger and more powerful. That would not stop the fae. Being a dark she did not like to be pussed around by others, she despised appearing weak.
Ritz, the cursing of the grulla fae, stood alone. She stood in the same spot she had all morning, waiting and watching. The lands seemed quiet, and the fae saw little activity. Perhaps today was the wrong day to come, it seemed as though no stags were about. But Ritz did not wish to give up so easily, she would wait a while longer. As her hunger grew she dropped her dial and snatched grass in her kissers. As she grazed her orbs kept watching for a brute that might head her way.
Ritz, the cursing of the grulla fae, stood alone. She stood in the same spot she had all morning, waiting and watching. The lands seemed quiet, and the fae saw little activity. Perhaps today was the wrong day to come, it seemed as though no stags were about. But Ritz did not wish to give up so easily, she would wait a while longer. As her hunger grew she dropped her dial and snatched grass in her kissers. As she grazed her orbs kept watching for a brute that might head her way.
