Post by peaches on Jul 28, 2006 19:43:16 GMT -5
Ebon flints placed delicatley 'pon the earth as the Freisian femmora danced in. Dreads layed flat upon her delicate coal colored neck as there was no wind and she was only at a walk. Bright liquids threw quick glances at by passer's and wayfarer's. Many were here to find a home, some to be stolen by raiding parties, some to be left alone in teh cold world. She was here after four years of life to find a home.
Snort was emitted as ebon orbs were cast away on to other sights. Onyx femme made her way towards shelter. The wind began to pick up into a gale and began to shriek. Snow fell around her flints and melted pitiously on the ground below. She sought shelter under a cliff's over hanging and hunkered down for the storm. She stepped out into it when it quieted some, the white flakes flecking her pure black coat.
Snow remaind in smallish drifts as the wind died down and finally quit alltogether. Snort emitted from her cold nares as she tried to warm them. flint stuck at the snow as she went along, looking for any sign of life. Many other emerged from the brush or the caves aswell, glad the flurrie was over.
*It couldn't hurt* she thought as he debated over wheather to give her invitation or not. She went with the former, she would try. Petite frame was pulled up on two stilts as she rose to give her call. The rear would help carry her call across the lands, the invitation, the right to aproach her. The one called Jolie.
Snort was emitted as ebon orbs were cast away on to other sights. Onyx femme made her way towards shelter. The wind began to pick up into a gale and began to shriek. Snow fell around her flints and melted pitiously on the ground below. She sought shelter under a cliff's over hanging and hunkered down for the storm. She stepped out into it when it quieted some, the white flakes flecking her pure black coat.
Snow remaind in smallish drifts as the wind died down and finally quit alltogether. Snort emitted from her cold nares as she tried to warm them. flint stuck at the snow as she went along, looking for any sign of life. Many other emerged from the brush or the caves aswell, glad the flurrie was over.
*It couldn't hurt* she thought as he debated over wheather to give her invitation or not. She went with the former, she would try. Petite frame was pulled up on two stilts as she rose to give her call. The rear would help carry her call across the lands, the invitation, the right to aproach her. The one called Jolie.