| Subject: .the teetering waif. |
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Astra
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Date Posted: 12:38:08 06/28/03 Sat
(Had a beautimous layout; then when that DAMNED boomspeed shut down I lost it. SO, yeah.)
This entity, this creature of the night, strut around with juvinile articulateness, not exactly expected in her tender youth but letting her regal blood carry her appendages with honor. Her multi-coloured eyes shone, declaring her connection to the very god in the skies and the one beneath their feet. How sacreligious! Although feeling quite immortal, Astra was never big on the whole praise thing, unless people were praising her - then by all means it was allowed. But still, scintillating eyes stirred with wanton interest at her brothers and sisters, showing minimal interest in their affairs; after all, what had they ever shone her. The caramel figure of the Princess stood illuminated against the blood sun as the pup so meagerly prostrated herself against the horizon, and her eyes shone a little more brightly - from bloodlust or intruige, it was not known.
A maelstrom of curiosity blundered about her blatant soul, eyes procuring unintentionally a miniscule metaphor as they scanned the wafting arbors. Her soul performed as simmilar as the fruits of the trees; a minimal sheet of paper. It was blank, thin, unintertaining. But still intruiguing, and perhaps with the right tools--a bit of color and ingenuity, could be something to admire and fear. Although her paws were meak and pencil dull, her masterpiece was progressing nicely at such a meak age.
With procured suspicious she watched her mother waft in and out of the land as a phantom, her brothers and sisters refusing a approach.
S'alright with me.
Her brain told itself firmly. She was no idiot; just naive, but it was aware already on her blank slate that the scribbles upon the medium were quite curvatious from a father so....clean cut. In her eyes, the rest of the world was playing connect-the-dots; her siblings served to please her mother, as did everyone else, performing a well fitting puzzle; an intricate hierarchy. But on this family tree she dawdled precariously on the outer limb.
To stay, or to go?
Her mother wouldnt notice, right? She thought SHE was old enough to care for herself; and perhaps this lack of atention was what was needed to give her a push in the solo direction. Her shoulders shrugged lightly, muscles tensing like rippling honey. Paw erect as her ears, she looked into the direction of the shadows, looming enticingly. Maybe it WASNT such a bad idea....
.A S T R A.
.the teetering waif.
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