by Red WolfSpike sat on the bonnet of the car, a cigarette at his lips, as he looked across the seemingly endless expanse of grassland, bright beneath a gravid moon.
A ripple in the gently waving sea of vegetation caught his eye. The movement ran counter to the direction of the wind, like the wake from a shark's fin just below the surface of the water.
Drusilla rose giggling from the field, a small rabbit in each hand. "Mummy, found a prize. A snack before bed time."
"Let's go see if we can't find you something with a little more substance, love."
Word of the Day 100 — grassland
Published Babble Horde — 27.06.2004
Published Word of the Day 100 — 27.06.2004
Published fanfiction.net — 29.06.2004
Published Forever Fandom — 29.06.2004
Published The Slayer's Fanfic Archive — 02.09.2004
drusilla | fan fiction | fiction | spike
Leave it to Dru... for her, that'd be like finding the prizes in a box of cereal. Very enjoyable. :-) — via LiveJournal
— posted by Willa at 29.06.2004 12:32 AEST | 
Little hats, little finger puppets, totem pole segments, those things you assembled that balanced on a string with a 2c coin as counterweight and, my favourite, the walking creatures. Can't see the bunnies being impressed at an immediate future as hand puppets — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 29.06.2004 12:33 AEST |
Great. ::pouts:: Now I've got images of a Mutual of Omaha-type docu running through my head...
::in the deep voice of the narrator:: Watch as the hungry female Vampire stalks through the grassland in search of prey. The only mark of her presence the tell-tale ripple of reeds as she moves. The male, his brighter colouring a hindrance where camouflage is needed, lounges nearby. He waits patiently for his mate to make the kill.
:D
What next? The mating rituals of the urban Vampire? ::wink, wink, nudge, nudge:: — via LiveJournal — posted by Moonbeam at 29.06.2004 12:34 AEST |
::in the deep voice of the narrator:: Watch as the hungry female Vampire stalks through the grassland in search of prey. The only mark of her presence the tell-tale ripple of reeds as she moves. The male, his brighter colouring a hindrance where camouflage is needed, lounges nearby. He waits patiently for his mate to make the kill.
:D
What next? The mating rituals of the urban Vampire? ::wink, wink, nudge, nudge:: — via LiveJournal — posted by Moonbeam at 29.06.2004 12:34 AEST |
The mating rituals of the urban Vampire?
That was Park!verse — via LiveJournal — posted by Red Wolf at 29.06.2004 12:35 AEST |
That was Park!verse — via LiveJournal — posted by Red Wolf at 29.06.2004 12:35 AEST |
Heh. Now I have a very weird image in my head of Drusilla bringing a dead and bloody rabbit to Spike — via LiveJournal
— posted by alliterator at 02.07.2004 10:32 AEST |
Sorry about that. But with Drusilla, the offering could be so much worse than ex-bunnies — via LiveJournal
— posted by Red Wolf at 02.07.2004 10:33 AEST |
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