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Posted on February 26, 2013 at 04:23:15 PM by Khaleesi
This was one of the first time she had venture away and the land she called Diveen, the land of angels and pure blood. She had no plans in searching for Tesseract, this little outing was her her sake alone. The crisp air from the transition of summer to fall was flowing through her ivory coat. Soon she would grow a thicker and denser covering and her bones word sprout, though not to much. She would turn two not far off now and her girlish features would turn to a lady like aura. Her scent would bloom and her mature confidence would be even more then the confidence she has now. A muffled sound of a voice, male could be picked up as she silently stalked through the lands. The lavender eyes of this little princess turn towards the directions and her nostrils open wide to gather the information from the air. Defiantly male, and blood. Saliva built up in her mouth but she remain calm as she heard him moving down towards the river bed. Her own pedestals started back up and push her with a forward walk. Soon a white figure, not unlike herself appeared in her eye sight, but he did not seem to be blessed with the soot markings on his face. He did however hold the most brilliant of blue eyes which caught her off guard for no more than a split second. He was older, much older it would seem and her miniature stature proved it. Ugh! soon she would grow, only about another half of her bigger though but she did not know that. Her attitude was that of an over sized dire wolf and soon she would be in training to become the most lethal little weapon. Khaleesi stood on the opposite side of the running liquid but directly facing Spike. Her eyes sized him up and her stern face remained with out any other emotion. Her eyes moved from his limbs to his back and following up his spin till they reached his face. His face with those blue, blue eyes but she did not allow herself to linger on them for one second. The redness on his lips stood out like a sore thumb, curse or a blessing of having a snow like pelt. She stood square and tall, her ears forward and head high, her tail just slightly pushing above her back and a small flick of the end of it had been given. Her head cocks to the side and a curious glow blooms in her facial expressions. "And you are?" Her voice, though evil as it may sound held a curious tint to it, innocent almost but this little girl was no innocent thing although she could play the part.  |
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- ready to make my
mark- By spike March 16, 2013 at 02:02:08 AM
Turn us away and we will burn you first - By Khaleesi March 17, 2013 at 00:27:02 AM
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