Post by horsespirit on Jun 22, 2009 23:34:36 GMT 10
A dark bay fae walked on a path, one that she felt with her daggers and saw with her orbs. She wasn't going to venture off this path, if she did, she would have to find it again in this fog and what a pain that would be. The fog and mist swirled around her legs and daggers as she walked on. It seemed that the path in front of her was trying to disappear from her, but she stayed with it. She had not see, nor hear another living soul in the neutral lands so far. So she decided that she would go to the palace and live there. Why not? Why not go to the palace and proclaim yourself queen or Lady? When everything was empty, why not have a territory with a fae as the queen and no king? Why not? It was so annoying how horses thought that there had to be a king before a queen, why can't their just be a queen till she found someone who she loved dearly? It was heard of from other lands that she had been to, who said stallions where the only ones who couls rule? Ha, the Dreamweaver herself was the first around and she was a fae.
The dark bay with a white snip was named Masqurade, she was the fae with many faces, and moods and personalities. She was of many possiblities and wishes and hopes. She was the one with almost the best sense of direction, though she didn't always use it. She couls travel easily through this fog, and when she finally got to the palace, she was impressed. It almost seemed to be made of only mist and fog. It was a sight to see, she wondered what it looked like when the sun shinned on the mist and fog, making it glimmer and settle, though she was certain this fog would never settle.
She walked in and it was huge, a great sight to the orbs. "I Masqurade, claim this as my own and will fight for it, just because I am a fae doesn't mean I can't fight, nor rule here," she cryed out to the heavens. She was going to be stubborn and not let this go, she knew it might be just fine, while it could be not allowed. Only time would tell...
The dark bay with a white snip was named Masqurade, she was the fae with many faces, and moods and personalities. She was of many possiblities and wishes and hopes. She was the one with almost the best sense of direction, though she didn't always use it. She couls travel easily through this fog, and when she finally got to the palace, she was impressed. It almost seemed to be made of only mist and fog. It was a sight to see, she wondered what it looked like when the sun shinned on the mist and fog, making it glimmer and settle, though she was certain this fog would never settle.
She walked in and it was huge, a great sight to the orbs. "I Masqurade, claim this as my own and will fight for it, just because I am a fae doesn't mean I can't fight, nor rule here," she cryed out to the heavens. She was going to be stubborn and not let this go, she knew it might be just fine, while it could be not allowed. Only time would tell...
