| Subject: ...to awaken the cold... |
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Zaraq Laheeb
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Date Posted: 22:20:38 12/06/03 Sat
...The exquisite arabesque filla makes her grandoise entry,hooves a size to fit in a child's teacup leaving no vestige that her presence had passed that very spot. Mother Earth and Father Time seemed to bow at her every momentous step,giving her the appearance of gliding over the lithosphere gracefully,rythmically,balletically,as a seasoned dancer. To any crude analyzation,she would seem to have an effervescent and nonchalant personality,yet anyone with a reason to look closer could see differently. The silken taupe coat had a certain sheen,a delicate shimmering,as if one touch would crack her miniscule bodice and gone she'd be,like a wraith,only to steal away in the night. Feminine audials rimmed with a thin layer of inky blackness swiveled in all directions,at one point finding a fixation and contentment,though fully able to catch other noises. Downy soft banner flew behind her,unfurling and waving twixt the sky as the flag on a pirate ship. Nigrescent whipchord tainted the alabaster sky,wild strands of a swarthy hue clashing with the pallid formations. The muzzle is flawless,tediously crafted to taper to the minute paper-thin nostrils,dipped in soot. On the whole,she was radiant,pleasing to the eye,alluring,and would certainly turn some heads when she was grown. She was like a lost cherub,sacred and fragile. Only one thing gave away her enmity,her viciousness,her apathy. Those venomous coals...her abysmal oracles. She was out to smite someone...a kind of virulence with the world. Ash dunked pinions halted beneath her,unfathomable frigid oracles searching,never to reveal any thought but pure hatred to the world around her...
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