Thick fields of wheat and barley surround the old monastery, overgrown from a lack of harvesting. In the summer, the terrain is a bright golden brown. Spring and fall turn the fields a lush green and spots them with white flowers. Winter is white and gray, dead and silent.
~Pregnant~ Posted on October 19, 2009 at 09:21:04 PM by Katannah
Somewhere deep in the overgrown fields of the valley was their den, dug by the rather large Endless and thus fitting of a rather large dragon. Endless did not stop by often he was teaching DG to hunt the special little girl was growing a taste for wolves rather quickly and wanted that over deer. Still in the quiet place where Lestat chose Katannah could not be happier, her mood had grown better and her belly had grown to. It was still close to her body but the sides had now grown outward soon they would be putting on fat and Katannah was growing hungry more often, like now.
Inside they were moving more often now and if touched they'd respond to Lestat's voice. Of course during this time Katannah had preferred quiet and Lestat had given it to her even if he wanted to talk. But since she was eating more often Katannah was growing more pleasant in mood, nothing jumped her mood better than blood.
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~wingless~ - By LestatOctober 20, 2009 at 01:35:59 PM