12-19-2016, 04:34 PM
The stag's daggers moved elegantly over the earth, the amber field grasses swaying in the autumn breeze. As his dark orbes swept the horizon, he stopped on a lady. She was beautiful. She was much like him, perhaps even the same as him.
Same as in finding someone to love. Someone to call their own. He could offer this fine maiden a place in a herd, but had none. He planned to start a herd, and she could be his first. She sould be dear to him, he could caress her.
He approached, greeting the damsel.
"Hello, what brings you out here today?"
Same as in finding someone to love. Someone to call their own. He could offer this fine maiden a place in a herd, but had none. He planned to start a herd, and she could be his first. She sould be dear to him, he could caress her.
He approached, greeting the damsel.
"Hello, what brings you out here today?"