07-08-2008, 02:48 PM
Firefly had found in her most recent adventures another who liked the daring games she did, but the works couldn't compare to the danger and mystery of what she knew was so wrong but felt so right. She'd returned back to Dahlia de Mai's lands in a better mood than she'd left them, possibly because of the lack of having to deal with her sibling who's rank made her seem to assume she had complete power over the coppery hued fae. Firefly disagreed one hundred percent.
Her fangs were bared slightly at the thought of her umber hued sibling but she soon shook the idea from her mind as she walked through the old vineyard, thinking about the threat of the coyote clan. She didn't fear the coyotes, yet she knew that their war would present problems until it was dealt with, how it was to be dealt with was obvious, though she wished it wasn't so. She didn't have a problem with fighting, though she'd rather not have to marr her appearance just for the sake of showing that they wouldn't stand down to the foolish hatred of the clan. IF only there was another way, but one who faught by tooth and claw wouldn't look for easier answers, that she knew.
She stopped at one of the vines and began picking at the ripening fruit, her fingers tracing through the silvery green leaves as she hummed softly to herself, the curly tendrils of the plant amazing her as the dug into everything and kept a tight hold. In her mind she saw it as the pack was, winding tighter and tighter around their claim, not budging or faultering in their stance. They would stay here, nothing would move them except the passing of time.
Her fangs were bared slightly at the thought of her umber hued sibling but she soon shook the idea from her mind as she walked through the old vineyard, thinking about the threat of the coyote clan. She didn't fear the coyotes, yet she knew that their war would present problems until it was dealt with, how it was to be dealt with was obvious, though she wished it wasn't so. She didn't have a problem with fighting, though she'd rather not have to marr her appearance just for the sake of showing that they wouldn't stand down to the foolish hatred of the clan. IF only there was another way, but one who faught by tooth and claw wouldn't look for easier answers, that she knew.
She stopped at one of the vines and began picking at the ripening fruit, her fingers tracing through the silvery green leaves as she hummed softly to herself, the curly tendrils of the plant amazing her as the dug into everything and kept a tight hold. In her mind she saw it as the pack was, winding tighter and tighter around their claim, not budging or faultering in their stance. They would stay here, nothing would move them except the passing of time.