[ Post a Response | Quambat Ridge ]
Posted by Dartanian on 10/12/2004, 7:23 pm, in reply to "[ full moon ]"
Nares flared as he caught the scent of the filly entering his fortress. Her presence was known the moment she crossed over into his territory. Leave the silver dove's side he moved in the direction of this moon-washed fae. A soft call was issued in greeting. He was glad that she had come here, for now that she was safely inside the walls of his home, the gates would quickly be shut. The knight was planning on this damsel staying.
He watched the flirtatious imp as he drew closwer. That mug outstretched to run lightly down her soft boa before nipping gently at her withers. Thorns pricked towards her form, listening for any greeting she might send his way. He wanted her to know that he had not forgotten her. How could he..? The image of her as a yearling had forever been bured into his mind.
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