Post by mazora on Oct 22, 2005 21:26:39 GMT -4
[glow=green,2,300][/glow]Ink-hued hellion stalked in, pacing herself, for she was not one that rushed things. Her form shrank back in the shadows, and she was concealed from one's view.
Occuli watched the other faes that passed with stags, but this didn't surprise her. She had intended to come to these lands, and supposedly find one to reside with. She parted her labrums, revealing incisors that were stained crimson.
She let out a sharp, demanding scream, chuckling as little animals scattered away. Yes, this was how she liked it. For those below her to fear her, not see her as a friend.
She loved placing a fearful memory in ones mind, though she didn't waste all of her time doing this.
She let one more bloodcurdling scream escape her mug once more before snapping them shut, knowing the call could not be missed. She waited in the shadows, her impatience begining to sweep through her again and again.
She lowered her crania, snorting, watching the small dust storm take place. She laughed, for she could get entertained easily when she was becoming impatient.
Swiveling harks caught the sounds of flints pounding 'pon the sod, and she quickly drew herself to full height, visionaries searching for the creator of the sounds.
Occuli watched the other faes that passed with stags, but this didn't surprise her. She had intended to come to these lands, and supposedly find one to reside with. She parted her labrums, revealing incisors that were stained crimson.
She let out a sharp, demanding scream, chuckling as little animals scattered away. Yes, this was how she liked it. For those below her to fear her, not see her as a friend.
She loved placing a fearful memory in ones mind, though she didn't waste all of her time doing this.
She let one more bloodcurdling scream escape her mug once more before snapping them shut, knowing the call could not be missed. She waited in the shadows, her impatience begining to sweep through her again and again.
She lowered her crania, snorting, watching the small dust storm take place. She laughed, for she could get entertained easily when she was becoming impatient.
Swiveling harks caught the sounds of flints pounding 'pon the sod, and she quickly drew herself to full height, visionaries searching for the creator of the sounds.