Post by Kaleigh on Feb 18, 2008 18:36:21 GMT -5
Elixir
Everyone Has Their Secrets
Wench loped in, 'er elegant strides eatign up the
diastance in little time. 'er name was Elixir, not
an imaginative name but it suited 'er fine. Pitch
tress and banner flowing gracefully in the self created
breeze. She slowed, carefully carved dpme rested
'pon arched boa, mane drapped over nape with
an admirable carelessness. Dark spheres took in
everything they could, absorbign the infornmation
of her surroundings.It was early
summer, warm and humid, almost warm
enough to cause an uncomfortable atmosphere.
But not yet. The valley the temptress had entered was
sheltered, and green, lush to the fullest extent. It was
good to see greenery and the witch lowered 'er crown and
snipped some fot he sweet shoots from the turf. Just
because she was tainted as thsi land called the dark
didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy the nourishment
of grass when it was possible.
Thorns pricked as the fresh scent of a stag came to 'er nares.
Talon pierced the earth as enchantress snorted with
impatience at thsi art, though she had plenty of experience in it.
You could say it was a game, she had played it, many times,
she knew her way around and knew the signals. But it was
the waiting before you attracted the stag that was always
the hardest of the femme. It just was and after aa while even the
well practiced grew tired of it's subtle signs.
This femme refused to call, refused to lift her tail, she would allow
the hunter to hunt her down, as some prefered when searching
for wenches. Tendril flicked tentitivley as memmories of Chant
and her two colts came to her.
Elixir was a used mare, she was strong, as some stags liked.
She had had to become strong, or she would not
have been ablt to stay royal in the presence of her old mate Chant.
She had borne him two colts, both strong, both adults now.
Not thatChant would know, he had deserted to find new
mares and curse themwith his burdens known as children. Sneer
crept 'pon kisser as the memmory came to her, crisp and
clear in her minds eye. Yet quickly she snapped out of it and
cleared her thoughts. That life was gone, done with, this
was a new beginning, she coudl start over. Prehapse this time
she would have more luck here. His came
from e'r vocals as she wipedthe last traces of the
memmory from the slate of her attention
Everyone Has Their Secrets
Wench loped in, 'er elegant strides eatign up the
diastance in little time. 'er name was Elixir, not
an imaginative name but it suited 'er fine. Pitch
tress and banner flowing gracefully in the self created
breeze. She slowed, carefully carved dpme rested
'pon arched boa, mane drapped over nape with
an admirable carelessness. Dark spheres took in
everything they could, absorbign the infornmation
of her surroundings.It was early
summer, warm and humid, almost warm
enough to cause an uncomfortable atmosphere.
But not yet. The valley the temptress had entered was
sheltered, and green, lush to the fullest extent. It was
good to see greenery and the witch lowered 'er crown and
snipped some fot he sweet shoots from the turf. Just
because she was tainted as thsi land called the dark
didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy the nourishment
of grass when it was possible.
Thorns pricked as the fresh scent of a stag came to 'er nares.
Talon pierced the earth as enchantress snorted with
impatience at thsi art, though she had plenty of experience in it.
You could say it was a game, she had played it, many times,
she knew her way around and knew the signals. But it was
the waiting before you attracted the stag that was always
the hardest of the femme. It just was and after aa while even the
well practiced grew tired of it's subtle signs.
This femme refused to call, refused to lift her tail, she would allow
the hunter to hunt her down, as some prefered when searching
for wenches. Tendril flicked tentitivley as memmories of Chant
and her two colts came to her.
Elixir was a used mare, she was strong, as some stags liked.
She had had to become strong, or she would not
have been ablt to stay royal in the presence of her old mate Chant.
She had borne him two colts, both strong, both adults now.
Not thatChant would know, he had deserted to find new
mares and curse themwith his burdens known as children. Sneer
crept 'pon kisser as the memmory came to her, crisp and
clear in her minds eye. Yet quickly she snapped out of it and
cleared her thoughts. That life was gone, done with, this
was a new beginning, she coudl start over. Prehapse this time
she would have more luck here. His came
from e'r vocals as she wipedthe last traces of the
memmory from the slate of her attention
OOC: WOW long posty..
430 words roughly