Post by reincarnation on Mar 26, 2006 20:13:05 GMT -5
Auburn figure glittered under the spring's morning sun. The light showers had given way to a rainbow arching across the land. Flaxen threads cascaded down over curvature, rippling with each flowing movement of muscles. Strides were high stepped and footfalls were light, equivalent to the scattering of mice upon a wooden floor. The dewy grass felt cool against the bottom of diamonds as they trod upon the damp terra firma, but the blades brushed almost irritatingly against the sole of her hoof. Lobes pulled back slightly as the cool emerald seas gave way to damp track. The gritty feel of it was never pleasant, but it was not her place to pick and chose which footing her steps carried her onto.
The effect of power had much consiquence upon those who beheld it. The power to tell the future, to alter the past, to turn to ice or to burn in flame, to decide the destinies or tell their story, were all powers that sprouted power hungriness within the beholder. Of course the simple descisions, those of the kind that were made every day, had virtually no consiquence, unless the descision and power enforced over your actions was seen as the wrong thing; generally the best idea was to stay out of the way and out of trouble, and then gigantic choices must not be made daily as they would should she be an outlaw, or wrongdoer.
Unnoticed by the dame, she had ventured upon a beach, and begun the acsent of a small cliff. Hoovens thudded softly against the smooth worn surface, but the copper vix did not return to reality until the muggy air of the mist that encased her as she climbed higher in altitude grew muggy and smothering. Whipcord lashing at the mosquitos that clouded around torso, she turned around to take in the path she had traveled along. Contemplating descent, she gave way to the notion and followed the rocky path she had taken until she was clear of the mist. Inhaling deeply the scents of salt water and sand, she was able to distinguish the aromas of equines. Scenting the faint breezes, limbs sprang into a lively pace, then settled into a stationary restlessness.
The effect of power had much consiquence upon those who beheld it. The power to tell the future, to alter the past, to turn to ice or to burn in flame, to decide the destinies or tell their story, were all powers that sprouted power hungriness within the beholder. Of course the simple descisions, those of the kind that were made every day, had virtually no consiquence, unless the descision and power enforced over your actions was seen as the wrong thing; generally the best idea was to stay out of the way and out of trouble, and then gigantic choices must not be made daily as they would should she be an outlaw, or wrongdoer.
Unnoticed by the dame, she had ventured upon a beach, and begun the acsent of a small cliff. Hoovens thudded softly against the smooth worn surface, but the copper vix did not return to reality until the muggy air of the mist that encased her as she climbed higher in altitude grew muggy and smothering. Whipcord lashing at the mosquitos that clouded around torso, she turned around to take in the path she had traveled along. Contemplating descent, she gave way to the notion and followed the rocky path she had taken until she was clear of the mist. Inhaling deeply the scents of salt water and sand, she was able to distinguish the aromas of equines. Scenting the faint breezes, limbs sprang into a lively pace, then settled into a stationary restlessness.
