Date Posted:21:12:45 01/29/03 Wed Author: Karibee Subject: - falling- words should be spoken
-The sky hung, a certain of the deepest navy, willowy whisps of breeze played a teasing game of 'chasies' with the leaves of the surrounding region. A shadow moves stealithly accross the topography, barely seen but for two hanging 'lamps', golden orbs of the one who walked. Sable coat resisted the game of the wind, unyeilding locks. Above a fragment of sky shifts, circling, leaving a little space between it and the stirring shadow, recoiling soon back to cirlce the form once more, two more golden 'lamps' above the first-
-dubbance- .Karibee. -Gender- .Femmora . -Age- .4. -Breed- .unknown . -Appearance- .Raven pelted... plain, by all means, pure sable to the end, but for stark yellow orbs, a shadow she'd be. -Personality- .Oh.. you should find that out for yourself. Fine user of words.
