Confusion
[Freya and Xerxes]
Confectionery Gesture (c) Neara/Neara-works/Quara
(bought by Tundra/Freya - I thought it would be nice to display it on the first post)
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(I didn't know if you where going to make one - so I did)
Xerxes lay in a patch of wild flowers, the warm sun on his back and a breeze making the plants look like rolling waves. Xerxes wouldn't probably admit he was looking for a perfect flower for a female to anyone. This had become a regular habit for the king. He favored Freya, someone from the out-lands, from a prison of slaves. She had escaped not long ago, finding ruins to shelter herself at, but had no ability to hunt, seeing that her life had been spent on chains. He knew some of the pack already didn't approve of his choice, but the king chose to ignore the comments and pursue Freya.
Xerxes had enfact fell in love with Freya, and had expressed it to her. One problem, Freya was confused. Freya never felt or has felt...anything, or never knew it if she did. It hurt him - Xerxes - to have love one sided. It shredded his being. Yet he still brought the flowers. Everyday...hoping...waiting...wishing?
There! The perfect flower...simple...white, yet beautiful. He touched the soft stem hating to pluck this lovely life. He carried softly, and walked slowly...yet he didn't think about anything, his mind was blank. He soon found himself near Freya's den. "Freya?"
(bought by Tundra/Freya - I thought it would be nice to display it on the first post)
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(I didn't know if you where going to make one - so I did)
Xerxes lay in a patch of wild flowers, the warm sun on his back and a breeze making the plants look like rolling waves. Xerxes wouldn't probably admit he was looking for a perfect flower for a female to anyone. This had become a regular habit for the king. He favored Freya, someone from the out-lands, from a prison of slaves. She had escaped not long ago, finding ruins to shelter herself at, but had no ability to hunt, seeing that her life had been spent on chains. He knew some of the pack already didn't approve of his choice, but the king chose to ignore the comments and pursue Freya.
Xerxes had enfact fell in love with Freya, and had expressed it to her. One problem, Freya was confused. Freya never felt or has felt...anything, or never knew it if she did. It hurt him - Xerxes - to have love one sided. It shredded his being. Yet he still brought the flowers. Everyday...hoping...waiting...wishing?
There! The perfect flower...simple...white, yet beautiful. He touched the soft stem hating to pluck this lovely life. He carried softly, and walked slowly...yet he didn't think about anything, his mind was blank. He soon found himself near Freya's den. "Freya?"
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