| Subject: ~The femme of pure pearl and ivory stands alone in the shadows..~ |
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Date Posted: 17:09:31 03/27/01 Tue
~Turning her slim, velvetine dial, she sees the new femme or pearl. Cupped auditives immediatly prick up at the sound of obsidian hooves scraping at the earth and dirt. The wind rattles about her, swirling silk and pearl around her. Dark and fiery oculars chase across the shadows, landing on the steed of ebon. A small smile curves at her lips. How he stands so proudly, so protectively, and yet a small smile tugs upon the corners of his lips as he watches his femmes. Shadows graze across the ivory of her pelt, melting along as the sun's rays penetrate through the shelter of the forest. She walks a little bit towards the steed, obsidian horns cutting into the earth, fiery oculars dancing with a sheer darkness and depth. She stops suddenly, looking across at Solo, one whom she knew, and then the new femme of ivory. She hopes to make friends, yet a darkness within her, a slight jealousy perks a fire. Quickly she pushes it away, love for the steed too immense. She walks to him quickly, touching his neck softly, soothing down his mane. She knew that most of the time, the steed was not used to being touched in this way, yet she didn't care. A small smile tugs at her face as she looks at him, proud to be by his side..~
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