username; NightSouls
cd name; Freya
cd gender and orientation; Female, Homosexual
story;
The first time Freya ever saw a sparking flame was a long time ago, she was barely able to walk. Her house was not big, her family barely moved around in it, their lands were mostly fields of grass. At the time she was really young, but she could still roam around their crop fields and their little barn. It was hard to amaze Frey, most would try bringing colorful things or noisy toys but she'd probably look away towards a place with lots of light. Lights truly amazed her, they simply did, in any form or shape. Though her favorite source of light was probably the little shimmering dots she'd see dancing around he grass during warm summer nights. The child ignored the way adults called them, for her these were Lite Buggies, her pure source of light and fun.
It was one night when she followed the path of little lights towards the open fields, suddenly wind started raising and water drops started falling from the sky. Freya looked up right when the sky lit up with a beaming white light which reached a dried tree, the dead vegetation was suddenly wrapped in dancing warm lights. The kid's eyes widened as her paws unconsciously drove her closer to the seducing flames that were too strong to be put out by the rain. The reds, oranges and yellow sparks just seemed to intense to simply die down again a few drops of water. She could see little sparkling glittery pieces flying around which just reminded her of the little Lite Buggies, with a kid so easily impressed it was predictable what would happen next. Her tiny paw reached to make contact with the torching tree, but it hurt, it burnt a small patch of her fur and made her skin reddish. Freya, startled, pulled back and walked backwards calling for her mommy or daddy to come get her. Her little mews and whines of pains were hard to hear across the storm but her family was already looking for her and found her shortly and took her home.
Since then Fay has been really careful with fire, getting lost while looking at it, but still so cautious and clever. Sometimes in dreams she still sees the flaring tree and the smell of burnt fur, but from the whole dream she only really pays attention to the dancing sparks.
cd name; Freya
cd gender and orientation; Female, Homosexual
story;
The first time Freya ever saw a sparking flame was a long time ago, she was barely able to walk. Her house was not big, her family barely moved around in it, their lands were mostly fields of grass. At the time she was really young, but she could still roam around their crop fields and their little barn. It was hard to amaze Frey, most would try bringing colorful things or noisy toys but she'd probably look away towards a place with lots of light. Lights truly amazed her, they simply did, in any form or shape. Though her favorite source of light was probably the little shimmering dots she'd see dancing around he grass during warm summer nights. The child ignored the way adults called them, for her these were Lite Buggies, her pure source of light and fun.
It was one night when she followed the path of little lights towards the open fields, suddenly wind started raising and water drops started falling from the sky. Freya looked up right when the sky lit up with a beaming white light which reached a dried tree, the dead vegetation was suddenly wrapped in dancing warm lights. The kid's eyes widened as her paws unconsciously drove her closer to the seducing flames that were too strong to be put out by the rain. The reds, oranges and yellow sparks just seemed to intense to simply die down again a few drops of water. She could see little sparkling glittery pieces flying around which just reminded her of the little Lite Buggies, with a kid so easily impressed it was predictable what would happen next. Her tiny paw reached to make contact with the torching tree, but it hurt, it burnt a small patch of her fur and made her skin reddish. Freya, startled, pulled back and walked backwards calling for her mommy or daddy to come get her. Her little mews and whines of pains were hard to hear across the storm but her family was already looking for her and found her shortly and took her home.
Since then Fay has been really careful with fire, getting lost while looking at it, but still so cautious and clever. Sometimes in dreams she still sees the flaring tree and the smell of burnt fur, but from the whole dream she only really pays attention to the dancing sparks.
