Post by Twister on Feb 1, 2006 20:10:00 GMT -5
The fatale's lenses looked over the saltine aqua which lapped over the sunkissed grains. The breeze that tingled with her khaki tassels and mingled with her pendulum. The dame's velvetine mug released a depressed sigh. She was growing thinner and thinner and weaker by each print left in the sod. This was her first foaling so it would make the process harder then the second. What if she didn't make it? Then what would become of her spawn? She would make. She had to. I will make it for you my fawn. You are my dreams my hopes my pride. You are my life... The ess quietly sang to her foal. It was almost a secret that only the two of them could hear. The only ones who understood each other. The dame was given hope and the foal life. almost like presents to one another. She began to softly hum to her child as the aqua continued to lap up the amarillo sands and release them from their hold once more. Both continued on their ways, but ones way would always last the others would soon end.
