Post by camino on Jan 26, 2009 18:34:58 GMT -5
The vixen perched herself atop a hill, her ears in a tiny pin. She was in no mood to be here, at all, so she was fairly pissed at everything that surronded her. But of course, life brought more pain then could be imagined for the dun bell.
Coming from where she had, she had been forceivly bred to create top warriors for the herd. One year she gave birth to a still born, and she escaped before punishment.
Now, sore, she lowered her head to tear some grass before shifting her wait and just waiting.
Coming from where she had, she had been forceivly bred to create top warriors for the herd. One year she gave birth to a still born, and she escaped before punishment.
Now, sore, she lowered her head to tear some grass before shifting her wait and just waiting.
