{{Never Play With Fire}} (REPOST) IP: 88.104.12.213 Posted on May 14, 2011 at 06:58:12 PM by Fyra
Fyra sighed, fiery red eyes looking duller than usual. Truth was, she was fed up. Fed up of being a girl. Her brothers treated her like dirt, even though she knew she could be just as strong as them. The determined femme stood up, tail wagging a little as she planned revenge. She would get her brothers back. Some day she would. But she just had to find some way to train first. How though? Maybe she would just have to train herself. Fyra gave a sigh and thought about how she would do that. She walked along the river and then plonked her rump down near the waters edge, sighing all the while.
A bird hopped up to her and started tweeting, singing a beautiful song. She scowled. The fire-coloured pup leapt up and pounced on the bird, cutting of it’s song at once. She squeezed the life out of it and then threw it into the river. She wanted silence. No #### bird would annoy her or disturb her peace. She would have laughed if the bird had been Robin or Sparrow. But she knew it wasn’t. It was too simple-looking. An orangey-red tail curled around her body and she hunched in on herself, sighing loudly. She spent most of her time sighing and complaining about life. With a groan she lowered herself to her stomach.
