Name:R.I.P. MaxtheParrot
Spirit Dragon Equids Name: "My name is Lady of the Fallen Leaves,but you may call me Lady for short."
Spirit type: Leaves of Fall
Gender:Mare
Art/story/poem(optional):
Hooves clopped faintly against the ground,dead leaves parting to clear a path for the creature that passed through.She was a spirit dragon equid,and was a species respected throughout the land.Unlike most equids,she preferred to travel alone.She paused to let the cool breeze ruffle her mane,and turned as rigid as a statue when a strange scent hit her.
Humans. She snorted irritatedly.She had observed the strange race from a distance as they chopped down the trees in her home.At first they had started with the younger,newer trees which had started growing a few months ago,which she meerly tolerated,although she hated the wretched sight of fallen trunks piled over eachother,and eventually shipped away to a foreign country.But as she watched the lumberjacks from behind a boulder,she could seem them sawing through the oldest of the trees,trees that she had pranced around under their shade since she was a filly.She bared her teeth.This had to stop.She strode into the noisy scene,and for a second,the men,she counted about a dozen,didn't notice her.She nudged the one nearest to her on the back,and when he turned around to see who had pushed him,there was nothing there but a pile of autumn leaves.He grunted,kicking it aside,and they started whirling around his feet like a tornado.He widened his eyes in fear,and was about to call out to the rest of his comrades when he was completely consumed by the whirlwind,filled with leaves of many different shades of orange,red and yellow.When the rest of the men searched the clearing for the missing lumberjack,they found nothing.He was gone.They started chattering like nervous birds.An elegant shape emerged from the shadows,her pelt patched with brown.The humans cried out in fear,for they beheld the spirit of autumn,the guardian of the fall.And she wasn't happy.Her eyes glowed like firelight,and her fangs glinted in the moonlight.They ran for their trucks,and drove away,and the equid chuckled,resting her head on an enormous elder oak,and several pale,translucent red leaves fell on her shoulders like a cloak.She said outloud,for all animals to hear,
"Nobody messes with the Lady of the Fallen Leaves."
