Picking Flowers
02-08-2014, 10:15 PM
The woman was horribly bored. The girls family annoyed the living daylights out of her. Everyone was just so stubborn and gross. Their minds were held with such anger and annoyance. Why couldn't everyone be like her? So lovely and graceful. She moved like a feline. Her steps were unheard by anyone, but her strides were elegant. Her tail swayed behind her in delight as she pranced along the blood marked fields. The Goddess found herself exploring rather then dictating peoples lives. There was no real reason for her exploring other then self pleasing adventure. Though, she had a bad feeling about the battlefield. The smell of blood plagued her mind and the various bits of fur or bone that littered the dirt made her wanna turn back. But! She kept on. The babe pranced on. Her baby blues slipped over the vast fields of war. Freyja inhaled quickly as she sensed another. With a tilt of her head her pad falls would come to a stop. She inhaled the scent once more. Female. Freyja rolled her shoulders and looked sharply to her left. There sat a tanned woman, alone. She looked so simple and so beautiful. The girl pranced her way over to the other girl with a brow perked out of curiosity. As she made her way to the girl her lovely voice was emitted, "Hello there!" Her voice was that of a bell, soft yet powerful. She was out of her comfort zone and it was very obvious. Talk like this |