Post by ~Buri~ on Mar 29, 2006 10:21:57 GMT -5
The flame-kissed fae dove trotted fracefully into the claiming terra. Tiara held high, her banner and tassels, flew out behind her. Her ivory flints took her across the grassy plain. Her hopes were high. Would she. Oh would she? To be in love. Her glassy jewels were bright with hope. Harks re-mained pricked, nares flared taking in the new scents around her. But deep down she was scared, she remebered her mothers teachings. We have to be couragous when we are scared, but there is not courage if we aren't scared. The young fae, whickered at the thought, and carried on her travels. Her slim pillars, strood alomost floating across the green earth.
The sun shone deeply as the day grew older. Clouds went slowly by almost in slow motion. They held no from, morphing into whatever shape they wanted to be. The flicka thought to herself I must be composed. I must. A shivering scared fae, won't give a good impression. But she was scared. So scared. She pawed the ground nervously. The vegitation around her shielded from view from others, it was all her bloody bronc of a farthers fualt. He had used and abused her. He was a dark. He hadn't force bred her, bt nearly had. She shivered at the thought. Her mother. Oh her poor mother. Her life line. She whickered morosouly. She whispered her mothers song to herself.
Spread your wings beneath the stars.
This love has become ours.
They shine down with love.
Flying like a dove.
Rest now little one.
Life will be fun.
A tear slid down her jaw line. Water. She could control it. The only thing she could control. Her life her emotions. All out of hand. But would it brighten up? Love she needed to feel it again. The wingless majicless fae, whinnied. A long morunfull, wanting, needing, longing cry. She sobbed quietly. Then shook her head. Get a hold of yourself Kajeri! She sniffed, her nares curling. She rubbed her tiara on a front fore-limb. She needed someone to love and be loved in return. A blue-tit peeped at the fae. She watched the small bird. It peeped again. It's small blue frame, standing proud on a birch tree. It fluttered away, it's wings a blur. The fae whickered a goodbye. Would someone come?
The sun shone deeply as the day grew older. Clouds went slowly by almost in slow motion. They held no from, morphing into whatever shape they wanted to be. The flicka thought to herself I must be composed. I must. A shivering scared fae, won't give a good impression. But she was scared. So scared. She pawed the ground nervously. The vegitation around her shielded from view from others, it was all her bloody bronc of a farthers fualt. He had used and abused her. He was a dark. He hadn't force bred her, bt nearly had. She shivered at the thought. Her mother. Oh her poor mother. Her life line. She whickered morosouly. She whispered her mothers song to herself.
Spread your wings beneath the stars.
This love has become ours.
They shine down with love.
Flying like a dove.
Rest now little one.
Life will be fun.
A tear slid down her jaw line. Water. She could control it. The only thing she could control. Her life her emotions. All out of hand. But would it brighten up? Love she needed to feel it again. The wingless majicless fae, whinnied. A long morunfull, wanting, needing, longing cry. She sobbed quietly. Then shook her head. Get a hold of yourself Kajeri! She sniffed, her nares curling. She rubbed her tiara on a front fore-limb. She needed someone to love and be loved in return. A blue-tit peeped at the fae. She watched the small bird. It peeped again. It's small blue frame, standing proud on a birch tree. It fluttered away, it's wings a blur. The fae whickered a goodbye. Would someone come?
