Post by ~♥Dakota♥~ on Dec 23, 2006 23:00:08 GMT -5
Smoke and Moon washed overo stag galloped into the vacant lands. Where were the faes these days? He or any other stags had any idea. It was strange how when you need faes, there not there. His sharp dagger made a soft imprint as it collided with the ground. He loved galloping. It was his life. He lived for galloping. In his dreams, there was him leading a huge herd... There were all galloping through a beautiful terra of his own. Then the herd parted, and the queen fae trotted forward with a nod to everyone, and a nuzzled to Dakota. Dakota returned the deed. Then a small colt came wandering through the herd, and joined beside his parents. Dakota, the Queen, and the heir reared up....
That was his dream. And it was worth achieving. But first, he need the faes to complete the process. No faes, no love or happiness. Dakota planned to provide a home for all. Not just faes. A few stats would be welcomed.
As Dakota came to a small stream, he stuck his mug in the water and then returned up. He wouldn't go for a dip yet. He trotted along the bank aways, and came to a meadow. The group of faes was in the middle. Stray femmes wandered the boarders.
Dakota's banner was propped higher. It and his tassels waved like a flag. His nape was curved like a dressage horse as he trotted into a side spot. He wasn't snobbish, yet he wasn't sorrowful. He stood near the faes. He wouldn't go to them. They'd have to come to him.
[/font]That was his dream. And it was worth achieving. But first, he need the faes to complete the process. No faes, no love or happiness. Dakota planned to provide a home for all. Not just faes. A few stats would be welcomed.
As Dakota came to a small stream, he stuck his mug in the water and then returned up. He wouldn't go for a dip yet. He trotted along the bank aways, and came to a meadow. The group of faes was in the middle. Stray femmes wandered the boarders.
Dakota's banner was propped higher. It and his tassels waved like a flag. His nape was curved like a dressage horse as he trotted into a side spot. He wasn't snobbish, yet he wasn't sorrowful. He stood near the faes. He wouldn't go to them. They'd have to come to him.
