Post by ash on Jul 8, 2012 22:43:47 GMT -5
Ash padded the busy streets of the Rithengar kingdom. Her eyes gleamed purple, a beautiful color. She tried to hide the back of her neck as her jay feathers were weaved on the long strands. Ash slipped under market stalls and dodged the humans. She kept a good eye on an angry human throwing rocks at a cat. Ash had only one reason to be hear. She loved the humans ideas on art. They had nice beads and trinkets Ash could use for her own purposes.
A small mouse was scampered through the crowd. Ash's instinct was to pounce on the easy prey. She shook her head and kept on walking. Her grey fur whistled in the wind. Ash approached a nearby stall with beads and little jewels. An old human runned the stall. She gave an affectionate meow to the human. The human smiled and beckoned Ash. Ash padded up and rubbed her head on the humans hand.
A small mouse was scampered through the crowd. Ash's instinct was to pounce on the easy prey. She shook her head and kept on walking. Her grey fur whistled in the wind. Ash approached a nearby stall with beads and little jewels. An old human runned the stall. She gave an affectionate meow to the human. The human smiled and beckoned Ash. Ash padded up and rubbed her head on the humans hand.
