Casper the <s>friendly</s> evil ghost -- Death Valley

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Date Posted: 22:56:46 06/10/03 Tue
Author: Casper
Subject: Casper the ~~friendly~~ evil ghost

Time. It weathers away at every formation, bringing destruction and chaos. Time flies, doesn't it? It brings the mountains crumbling down in their so-called majesty, the young ones to their knees as age drills its way into their hearts. Once, Casper had that youth, the springy, spontaneous compulsions of an adolescent mare. Now, age had brought hauteur and wisdom, adding to the grey contours of the peaked sinews that strapped the finery of her bone structure to its rigging. Years had passed, and hidden away in time's depthsalem Casper, had traveled. She traveled out of Cascade and to many lands, lands to which there were droughts and famines, it didnt surprise her to see ragged old forms of flesh and bones on the way back. She had grown familier with death and blood to a point were it excited her. Casper abrubtly met up with these particular smells when she first set foot on the Earth, but now...they have grown stronger within this boundary of the Valley to where it is Forsaken. The first glimpse of the elusive creature exhibited a rather �worn� individual, with the decided tendencies of a carefree lifestyle, mostly due to the somewhat disheveled appearance. Casper could be seen lurking just beyond the fringe of the impending tree-line, her dark complexion fused with the rustic architecture of delicately arranged ornamental wildlife. At first glance you would guess she was an elusive wisp, with a strange, but utterly alluring inability to become a societal member. Casper was not elusive, as her name suggests, in fact, far from it, for she was merely unable to interact due to her recent acquisition of dark tempers and with an endless capacity for disassembling. A soft current of air soon leaves the chamber of her lungs, carrying itself forward into the unknown prescence of many others. There she stands behind the trees, watching, waiting, for anyone, or anything.

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