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Post by racerxchick on Jul 29, 2008 14:47:57 GMT -5
Each season seemed to hold some captivation of perfection in the eyes of the fawn, the faerie fable who wandered here unaccompanied as she always was. The grass loomed over her stride like a tender lover trying to gain her attention, unfortunately she ignored the pass. Long velvet kissers parted only a moment in her elongated gait in a surprising nicker, a song birds call to the surrounding terrace that would be her temporary homage. Feathers flowing at her cantering swing she tossed a wakeful tiara to the breeze allowing the length of her billowing tresses to greet the air openly kissing away the sweat gathered underneath parching her nape. The blades grew taller and with them came unknown life, birds angry of her thoughtless frolicking as she neared their nests and grasshoppers leaped from trampling distance. Pallidly she seized her effortless motions and came to graze upon the fruitful green that lay before her, pride filling her bosom with an almost arid ignorance for danger. each grip of sweet nectar filled clippings drew a shudder down the ebonite seductress, here she was at ease perhaps for the first time in her young life.
(Ack, so short, oh well I guess...)
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