Alto
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Life's A Beach
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Post by Alto on Mar 3, 2006 16:51:47 GMT -5
Darkness hung over the palms this day... A storm was moving in. Thunder rumbled in the distance as everything else lay still. The sea lapped up the beach, somewhat quiet in it's silent whispers. Lightning flashed, ever so close to the earthren as the faen entered. Pelt dyed darker than the balck clouds above, she walked in, almost silently, amongst. the lands. Rain was sensed through flared nares as the corrupt femora kept on, head held in a regal way. A soft breeze floated on by as day turned to night with an eerie glow. This was the femora's favorite thing... The quiet before the storm. Electricity felt apon the air, she stopped ead in her tracks, not a muscle moving... None but her auds. They swivled to and from for the longest time. Yet she still did not move. Hope was searching... The fean of the grave... What she searched of was only apon her mind. Not love. Disgusting, it was. Friendship was out of the question. She had nothing but enemies... That's how she liked it. If anyone were to try and tantalize her, they would be sent to their grave...
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Alto
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Post by Alto on Mar 3, 2006 17:05:06 GMT -5
No a soul detected apon the land, she shook her crania wildly and suprisingly, onyx banner flying. A soft pitter-patter was heard, and before it hit, her auds heard the light sprikles of the aqua rushing from the heavans above. Quickly, the rain became harder. But she yet still did not move. She waited... Physical features dampened by the pouring rain, lightning came ever so quick... But as it only came so far above the earthren, Hope still did not move. Thunder ricocheting from the dark mass of cluds overhead, she did not flinch. As the second lightning bolt was hurled, she knew... This was the one... As it struck the earthren, her pillars were thrusted foward, unreal muscles pushing her on, faster with every beat. Nares flared, crania was sent low as the faen flew inland, coming up a large dune. She kept going, lightning flashing all around her, attracted to her movement. As she came to the summit, she slid to a gracious halt, thrusting her pillars to the heavens above, her onyx flints slashing the obyss above. She screamed out, booming vocals sending way that she was here... Losing Hope... She was here... nd everyone was to know it.
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