Post by Layla on Aug 1, 2005 21:09:18 GMT
Barren lands were plentiful here. No grass; not even a single blade, could be seen for miles around. No lera bothered comign here anymore. Except for one creature. The greatest of all Putnar; Vargs. Only a few vargs actually made it through the barren lands, before reaching the lush grass and soil that was the White Rose terrain.
One varg in particular; a slender fae, was drawing the attention of the other vargs who had managed to get this far. It wasn't her unnatural slenderness. It wasn't even her beautiful pale red/pink opticals. It was her pelt. Beautiful lilac; stretched across powerful, but slim, muscles and limbs. Not many a varg had ever seen a pelt with such beauty; such colouring.
'Wonder if any Vargs lay claimant to the lands before me.' The fae wondered. She noticed a brute; a mangy creature whom stank of evil, watching her. She felt herself shivering; what if he tried to command her? She would be powerless to resist. She always was. That was her one problem; but also, her one power. She had to obey the commands of any varg, but if a lera other than a varg tried to command her, she could resist easily; that wasn't part of her light element.
Shrugging, Mystic, as the f'mmora was known, continued to pad along, her slim plumage beginning to tuck between her legs as the evil-stinking brute approached.
"Goodday luvvie." The stinking brute smirked, approaching her and sitting close; too close, to her. Shuddering slightly, Mystic forced herself to stare into his orbs as he stared into hers.
"I am not your love. I am Mystic." She said haughtily. The brute smirked; making her feel more repulsed.
"Awww, quit with the haughtiness." he growled. Her red orbs snapped shut quickly, then opened.
"Sorry." She said, more placidly. She was desperately trying to fight the command; and she lost, makign her bow slightly to him.
"Anything you need Sir?"
"Thats better luvvie." The brute sneered. Mystic shuddered slightly as he leaned towards her and licked her muzzle. She drew back; lookign scandalised.
"Oi, stay still." The brute snorted angrily. Mystic flinched as though hit. The blank look on the brute's face disappeared and he smirked.
"You can't disobey me, can you?" he sneered. When she did not respond; he grew impatient.
"Tell me." he ordered, sneering.
"No I cannot disobey." Mystic said; hating herself. She only wished someone, something, could come and save her from this...this, evil creature!
"Thats what I thought luvvie. Now, why don't you and I go back to my home? 'tis mating season after all. Oh, and thats an order." The brute laughed insanely. Mystic's orbs grew wide. Every nerve in her body was on end; trying so hard to fight the unfightable. Trying so hard to beat the unbeatable. Trying to hard to disobey the disobeyable.
"O-of course......" Mystic whispered; tears shining in her eyes. 'SOMEONE SAVE ME!' She screamed silently.
One varg in particular; a slender fae, was drawing the attention of the other vargs who had managed to get this far. It wasn't her unnatural slenderness. It wasn't even her beautiful pale red/pink opticals. It was her pelt. Beautiful lilac; stretched across powerful, but slim, muscles and limbs. Not many a varg had ever seen a pelt with such beauty; such colouring.
'Wonder if any Vargs lay claimant to the lands before me.' The fae wondered. She noticed a brute; a mangy creature whom stank of evil, watching her. She felt herself shivering; what if he tried to command her? She would be powerless to resist. She always was. That was her one problem; but also, her one power. She had to obey the commands of any varg, but if a lera other than a varg tried to command her, she could resist easily; that wasn't part of her light element.
Shrugging, Mystic, as the f'mmora was known, continued to pad along, her slim plumage beginning to tuck between her legs as the evil-stinking brute approached.
"Goodday luvvie." The stinking brute smirked, approaching her and sitting close; too close, to her. Shuddering slightly, Mystic forced herself to stare into his orbs as he stared into hers.
"I am not your love. I am Mystic." She said haughtily. The brute smirked; making her feel more repulsed.
"Awww, quit with the haughtiness." he growled. Her red orbs snapped shut quickly, then opened.
"Sorry." She said, more placidly. She was desperately trying to fight the command; and she lost, makign her bow slightly to him.
"Anything you need Sir?"
"Thats better luvvie." The brute sneered. Mystic shuddered slightly as he leaned towards her and licked her muzzle. She drew back; lookign scandalised.
"Oi, stay still." The brute snorted angrily. Mystic flinched as though hit. The blank look on the brute's face disappeared and he smirked.
"You can't disobey me, can you?" he sneered. When she did not respond; he grew impatient.
"Tell me." he ordered, sneering.
"No I cannot disobey." Mystic said; hating herself. She only wished someone, something, could come and save her from this...this, evil creature!
"Thats what I thought luvvie. Now, why don't you and I go back to my home? 'tis mating season after all. Oh, and thats an order." The brute laughed insanely. Mystic's orbs grew wide. Every nerve in her body was on end; trying so hard to fight the unfightable. Trying so hard to beat the unbeatable. Trying to hard to disobey the disobeyable.
"O-of course......" Mystic whispered; tears shining in her eyes. 'SOMEONE SAVE ME!' She screamed silently.