Post by Gummerz on Aug 20, 2006 10:13:27 GMT -5
To tell the tale was a dangerous thought. Plummeting thoughts flew through the crania. Nape arched, crown bent. Foreleg scraped the soft tundra beneath. A breeze flew by, carrying scents of a cold night. Nares flared, crimson hued.
The vixen's banner flew in the wind. Her optics trained on the disappearing sun. The lavenders, rose, turquoise. A burnt golden sphere disappeared over the ridge of mountains. The blanket of night collapsed upon the terra, dew forming on the emerald plucks. The ebon pelt formed one with the surrounding shadows, hiding the bodice until morning. Knives hit the ground steadily, rythmic, hypnotic pace. The fae sighed, looking over the darkening terra. Crickets churped thier music into her auds, creatures to rest they shall go. Snorting, the femme burst, galloping over the wide stretch of land.
Charcoal pillars carried her easily. Nape held her crown high, banner streaming behind. Till midnight shall she run under the midnight sun, the glowing sphere that held the sky above her crania each and every night. Melodic and shrill whinny cascaded over the playa, covering it in harmoneous tunes. The femme stopped, leaping over a creek. Her knees touched her maw, form of greatness. Her tones rang out again, filling the auds of every mortal.
The tale reentered her mind, the usual clearing of htoughts diminished. Sliding, the vix halted, backing slowly. She turned upon her hind daggers and trotted away from the distance, away from proceding memoirs.
The vixen's banner flew in the wind. Her optics trained on the disappearing sun. The lavenders, rose, turquoise. A burnt golden sphere disappeared over the ridge of mountains. The blanket of night collapsed upon the terra, dew forming on the emerald plucks. The ebon pelt formed one with the surrounding shadows, hiding the bodice until morning. Knives hit the ground steadily, rythmic, hypnotic pace. The fae sighed, looking over the darkening terra. Crickets churped thier music into her auds, creatures to rest they shall go. Snorting, the femme burst, galloping over the wide stretch of land.
Charcoal pillars carried her easily. Nape held her crown high, banner streaming behind. Till midnight shall she run under the midnight sun, the glowing sphere that held the sky above her crania each and every night. Melodic and shrill whinny cascaded over the playa, covering it in harmoneous tunes. The femme stopped, leaping over a creek. Her knees touched her maw, form of greatness. Her tones rang out again, filling the auds of every mortal.
The tale reentered her mind, the usual clearing of htoughts diminished. Sliding, the vix halted, backing slowly. She turned upon her hind daggers and trotted away from the distance, away from proceding memoirs.