Post by |P|remonitous> on Feb 24, 2007 16:50:06 GMT -5
Adenydd awoke from her night's slumber in the blanketed meadow. Each blade of bright-green grass was bathed in srops of cool, warm dew. The fae raised her cranium, and began to gaze around, the sun beat down hard on her ebony pelt, so warm, her pelt would turn bay. The meadow was completely empty, no water whatsoever, she lowered her cranium, and placed one dagger forward, beggining to lick the blades, for what dew she could recieve from them. Adenydd began to graze softly, as she awaited a dark stallion to claim her. Meaning a new home, and a new life, possibly even motherhood. If any stag thought they owned her they were wrong.