Post by reincarnation on Mar 28, 2006 19:44:17 GMT -5
Silently the stillness about her gave way to motion, rippling sunlight dancing along pelt. Entrance was quiet and unnoticeable, to the lazy eye; but to the keen observer she was all but invisible. The soft, tiny grains of sand posessed imprints of 'er diamonds, leading from a thick forest of palm trees. The once shadow-patterned torso now danced with pale crimson as the sunlight danced along physique. Nervousley tiara was thrown high, as the scent of a harem wafted t'wards her. The blue oceans gave way to crashing, ivory hued waves that rolled up the shore and fell away, like the moments of pure joy that seemed to end all too soon, like the caring stroke of the loving hand before the one who possesed such gentility was shot, sent to a brute and sudden death, and all too soon the content and peace was sent into blind chaos.
And yet still, the harem remained unseen. Having been abused in her past, and almost sent to a long, put off death, trust was never something she would place willingly into the hands of another, particularly those of a leige. The cries of the tropic birds sent a shiver down her spine, as if they'd been nails on a dry chalk board. Motion was ceased as the nervousness within her mounted higher and higher, almost unbearable to take. Every innocent rustle of a bush, every flitting shadow, became an added terror. Foolish though she knew she was, the past was not to be forgotten. The agonizing clash of hoof to skull was not easilt thrust aside, nor the scream that marked another death to be welcomed with open arms. Even though warmth radiated throughout the terrain, she felt none of it; instead a sharp cold that alerted all her senses to minute movements, and sent a blind anger throughout figure. One single obsidian was stamped rapidly against the sandy earth, warning all that came near her she would not be mistreated again. She was no longer a foolish youngster, no; she was capable of self defence, and that she would not allow to go unused.
The salty quality of the atmosphere was not welcomed nor shunned; it was simply accepted, like so many other things in life. Hapiness came not without acceptance, and even though acceptance could appear without happiness, one could not have one without the other. T'was a mystery like so many other things within the space of life. Shifting uneasily from one limb to the next, auditives flicked forth and back once more, pools glistening with fearful bravery. Would she be punished for her unauthorized entry, or welcomed with wide open arms? Would she be sent away, or told to be comfortable within the lands? It was not to be known until the lead of the harem should discover her coming, and when she was to be found was also unknown. Flaxen tipped tresses swayed with the breeze carried by the oceans, dreadlocks curling around lower limbs. Like a snake winding slowly around its victim. A shiver ran down her spine, but the thought was hurriedly dismissed. It was never her intention to frighten herself, and although intentions paved the road to hell, they were meant to be followed... but often were not.
Readying herself to leave, physique turned aside and slowly pivoted about. The risk of being caught and punished for her actions was never one she would like to take, but still she held back, undecided. What if this harem was one of security and welcome? Snared by indecision, weight rocked from forelimbs to hindlimbs, and a nervous talon pawed the golden grains backwards as an action was strove to be made, but she could have been paralyzed by thought for all she was aware of.
And yet still, the harem remained unseen. Having been abused in her past, and almost sent to a long, put off death, trust was never something she would place willingly into the hands of another, particularly those of a leige. The cries of the tropic birds sent a shiver down her spine, as if they'd been nails on a dry chalk board. Motion was ceased as the nervousness within her mounted higher and higher, almost unbearable to take. Every innocent rustle of a bush, every flitting shadow, became an added terror. Foolish though she knew she was, the past was not to be forgotten. The agonizing clash of hoof to skull was not easilt thrust aside, nor the scream that marked another death to be welcomed with open arms. Even though warmth radiated throughout the terrain, she felt none of it; instead a sharp cold that alerted all her senses to minute movements, and sent a blind anger throughout figure. One single obsidian was stamped rapidly against the sandy earth, warning all that came near her she would not be mistreated again. She was no longer a foolish youngster, no; she was capable of self defence, and that she would not allow to go unused.
The salty quality of the atmosphere was not welcomed nor shunned; it was simply accepted, like so many other things in life. Hapiness came not without acceptance, and even though acceptance could appear without happiness, one could not have one without the other. T'was a mystery like so many other things within the space of life. Shifting uneasily from one limb to the next, auditives flicked forth and back once more, pools glistening with fearful bravery. Would she be punished for her unauthorized entry, or welcomed with wide open arms? Would she be sent away, or told to be comfortable within the lands? It was not to be known until the lead of the harem should discover her coming, and when she was to be found was also unknown. Flaxen tipped tresses swayed with the breeze carried by the oceans, dreadlocks curling around lower limbs. Like a snake winding slowly around its victim. A shiver ran down her spine, but the thought was hurriedly dismissed. It was never her intention to frighten herself, and although intentions paved the road to hell, they were meant to be followed... but often were not.
Readying herself to leave, physique turned aside and slowly pivoted about. The risk of being caught and punished for her actions was never one she would like to take, but still she held back, undecided. What if this harem was one of security and welcome? Snared by indecision, weight rocked from forelimbs to hindlimbs, and a nervous talon pawed the golden grains backwards as an action was strove to be made, but she could have been paralyzed by thought for all she was aware of.
