Post by [flames on my heart] on Mar 3, 2007 15:40:51 GMT -5
The huntress stood, her plumage was tainted gray.. small tints of white drowned all the other impurites in her pelt. Her carcass, was well built for her breed.. the femme and shown little weakness in her personality
She lowered her crania, as she entered this empire she cared little of those who owned this place.. it was lush as she needed, oaks and a river that was pure and refilled her long lost soul.. she drank.. her kissers sipping the aqua tinted water.. and her pools reflected in the River. She judged carefully it's size, not to leap without first glancing at it's ability and power. Placing on Dagger into the river, she knew she was at it's thinnest point..
Galloping back, she made herself a delicate circle of her tracks, not to leave evidence of a femora, yet she knew a brute would come and sniff her trail with their desperate nares. Her pistons,
powerful and ready pushed into a gallop, each stride as skillful, yet more swift than a colt on the racetrack, for her crania was held lower, and her stride was more accurate. Armani started her jump, soaring almost like a hawk she nearly crossed the water, her irons slightly scrapping the surface as she landed. The femme
whinnied in victory, rearing almost as she loped away from the other side.
She awaited the scream of a brute, to either claim or to chase her out. The femme's temper and own stubborness never agreeed to be shoved from a land. The herbage was her's to eat and she planned on taking it only for herslelf. Armani's locks lightly covered her pools as her Arabian dish, tossed into the sky she screamed to the empire, as she picked up her pistons in an active gallop, she went to explore...
She lowered her crania, as she entered this empire she cared little of those who owned this place.. it was lush as she needed, oaks and a river that was pure and refilled her long lost soul.. she drank.. her kissers sipping the aqua tinted water.. and her pools reflected in the River. She judged carefully it's size, not to leap without first glancing at it's ability and power. Placing on Dagger into the river, she knew she was at it's thinnest point..
Galloping back, she made herself a delicate circle of her tracks, not to leave evidence of a femora, yet she knew a brute would come and sniff her trail with their desperate nares. Her pistons,
powerful and ready pushed into a gallop, each stride as skillful, yet more swift than a colt on the racetrack, for her crania was held lower, and her stride was more accurate. Armani started her jump, soaring almost like a hawk she nearly crossed the water, her irons slightly scrapping the surface as she landed. The femme
whinnied in victory, rearing almost as she loped away from the other side.
She awaited the scream of a brute, to either claim or to chase her out. The femme's temper and own stubborness never agreeed to be shoved from a land. The herbage was her's to eat and she planned on taking it only for herslelf. Armani's locks lightly covered her pools as her Arabian dish, tossed into the sky she screamed to the empire, as she picked up her pistons in an active gallop, she went to explore...