----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------FREYA
“ Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove,
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.”
;mare; five years; grade; palomino; 15.2hh; water level iii; 50 tokensFREYA looked up as the canopy shuddered and heaved above her; FENRIR stood from his sloth, having been lying upon the damp forest floor for some time (though he never slept, as it was not of his immortal nature to do so) as FREYA grazed on the thick vegetation that surrounded them. He lifted his translucent head toward the roof of leaf and limb above them, and watched the greenery shake and shed as some disturbance passed through it. For a moment, both mare and demon held expressions of the slightest bewilderment. Almost simultaneously, however, recognition flashed across their faces – one so beautiful, the other so wretched – and they moved to follow the disturbance.
FREYA smiled because KITTY was back, and she trotted happily along the trail of loosened leaves she left in her flying wake. FENRIR grinned because KITTEN was back (or so he liked to think), the one so amusingly infatuated with him – the sole member of Hoof Prince who understood his greatness. He followed his golden obsession as she moved along, keeping pace with her longer strides with ease.
Eventually, both creatures heard a familiar cry: both bone-rattling with its shriek and, for FREYA at least, amusing and intriguing in its promise of interaction and conversation. FENRIR rather disapproved of the sound, for he knew KITTEN to be far more subtle than his mortal counterpart. He knew when he’d seen her flying, of course, that KITTY was in charge for the moment; she was far less graceful than the wicked little entity that lived within her. Still, it was disappointing to be reassured of KITTEN’s absence. Nevertheless, FENRIR did not let on his dissatisfaction and followed the Valkyrie Right-Hand with the usual fervor.
The strange pair reached the meeting of Valkyries shortly, and FREYA was pleased to see two of her sisters already there. With a welcoming smile on her face, she approached KITTY and gave her a nicker and a nudge of happy greeting. It was, in addition to seeing KITTY specifically, a great joy to know that another Valkyrie had returned to the Jungle. Her heart’s thirst was slaked a little more with every arrival, and she was more than pleased to see her sisterhood growing yet again. Taking several steps back to rejoin the circle that was forming, she nodded a small, respectful bow to NICESSUS and SASHA, and addressed them with the same gorgeous smile. Finally, she spoke: KITTY, how wonderful to see you home again. The Jungle, I’m sure you know, had been much quieter in your absence.
FENRIR remained fidgety and in motion, as always, as he paced along a short, zigzagged line behind and slightly to the right of FREYA. His gaze, this time, remained quite fixed on KITTY’s pale face, searching for signs of the wicked thing within her. In the meantime, he would look awfully unsettling to the former queen…and poor FREYA knew nothing is his ill manners. “Take me to you, imprison me,
for I, except you enthrall me,
never shall be free, nor ever chaste,
except you ravish me. ”
male; unknown years; wolf spirit; grey; shapeshifter;
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