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Date Posted: 20:01:00 07/29/04 Thu
Author: BLAZE
Subject: G y p s y . T w i l i g h t

P u p p e t e e r. [ Blaze ]
T e l e g r a m. [ Blazing_Wolfalj7@yahoo.com ]

Alias. [ Amithel Soulflame ]
Breathed. [ Sixteen Years ]
Chromosomes. [ XX ]
Fallen. [ Indigo ]
Blessed. [ Pyrokinesis, Shapeshifting ]
Beauty. [ Svelte tresses with crimson bangs to the chin; luscious, steel blue oracles; bronze tainted skin; vertically shaped pupils; 5'5" and 110lbs; burly yet still slim. . . Her figure adorns a black panther engulfed in violet flames on her right shoulder blade as well as a metal, silver armband of two serpents coiled around each other. She wears a tight, maroon tube-top with black cargos, held at her waist by a thick, black belt, sagging slightly on the left side out of fashion as well as black combat boots. ]
Demons. [ Not quite the groupie type, she prefers to be alone in her own solitude and the comfort of her creature friends. She doesn't like humans (or even indigos) preferably, for she feels that they were too.. well, different from her. As alike as the indigos and she may be, she still feels left out with no idea why. She's quiet most of the time in the presence of others, though if something strikes her with the need to speak, most likely, it will be a rude remark: sarcastic and below-the-belt. However, if you give her time to lighten up and get used to you, she will most likely grow fonder of you. For if you do manage to get close to her, you'll find and everlasting friend with more loyalty than the best of dogs. ]
Times of Yore. [ To be later recited. ]

[ She sat silently upon the smooth, gray slab of rock, overlooking all of the valley beneath her, as well as the bordering trees making the forest in which she now sat within. The darkness of her solitude, the quiet embrace of her world was as comforting as a warm bed in the coldest of winter nights. She sat with her slender legs thrown over the edge of the slate, one slender limb pulled behind her as she relaxed against it, pressing her weight upon that particular arm, the other held in front of her as to where she could watch the soft twirling of the cerulean flames dancing within her palm. She twirled her slim fingers through the sapphire clouds, manipulating it to change to a vivid, indigo hue: the color of her past and of her future. She was indeed an indigo, though she did not feel a part of them, no.. not at all. Shifting forward, she slipped her arm free of her body weight, running her pebble-streaked hand through her silken lockes, svelte its pastel. Her orbs, those oracles to her soul, of a cold, yet glistening steel-blue, stared out into the sunlit abyss, watching the eagles relax and play in the soft breeze, the falcons twirling amongst them in a play set in the sky... And she wanted to be among them. Deciding such, the flame within her hand evaporating as she heaved herself to a stand position, a violet cloud of smoke billowing about her. In an instant, she was covered in such and a burst of flames showered sparks several feet from where she had been standing. Now, hovering in the air, in that exact place wagged a Red Kite Eagle in the air, its feathers a glistening mix of emerald and ginger flashing in the sunlight. With one last glance at the boulder beneath her, she rocketed forward, twirling beneath a Golden Eagle, soaring above to circle a Falcon in the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. My, how good it felt to be free again. ]

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>>>> -- Laurel, 22:52:35 07/29/04 Thu