Post by Twister on Jan 25, 2006 22:40:22 GMT -5
A russet figure appeared in the outline of the horizon. The faen's barrel was slightly bloated, filled with the life of another. It had been hard on the fatale to transfer to a new land so suddenly after the accident. But the enemy's of her love were plenty and were quite similar to a hawk searching for its prey, which would be the band. Although guilt was strong she had warned the other dames to follow her example and scatter but they denied. The maiden's spheres filled with saltine tears of pain and sadness but she would not let them drop down her mahogany fascade. Crying never made a difference and she would have to be strong for her spawn. Physically and mentally. A gentle smile appeared on her mug. She needed her bloodling more then it probally needed her. He or she is what kept her going the thoughts that they were her love's fawnlings and her own only grew her compassion for her unborn. You are what my heart beats for and the reason I live my life the way a mother should. She whispered inaudibly to her unborn. How precious like a diamond jewel her foal was to her and if she must she would die for it. She would...
