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Date Posted: 11:34:19 11/29/03 Sat
Author: <font color=darkred>Black Liberty</font>Thread Break
Subject: <font color=gray>Even death keeps on singing.. [Time, Spark]</font>
In reply to: <font color="navy"> Winded Spark </font> 's message, "Blood Unseen Is Blood Unshed" on 11:33:07 11/29/03 Sat

Even death keeps on singing..



Weathering had desiccated the ground underneath her along with decades of equine villagers who had trampled out what grass was ever there. Light ceased to illuminate them, for now the corona of a splendid full moon shown brightly against the cerulean sky; it was as if someone had torn a perfectly round hole in the ever-darkening canvas around them. Trees dotted the horizon, but mainly the creek was surrounded by the flat, river valley and high peaks of the north that were cast in an aura of light from the drowning sun. Perhaps is was the wry attitude that snaked its way through the icy veins of Liberty that brought on what came next, and then again, perhaps not.

Spark’s tune carried a strictness that heaved Liberty’s ever so dwindling attention back to the crabby wench they were disciplining. Little surprise was shown that her flame crowned friend had taken off to initiate her routine attack. The obsidian monarch hardly felt the need for blood, though the thought was a little enticing. It had been at least a year since the duo brought down their fury on a victim of the creek, but maybe it was time to show everyone that they meant business. No notice was paid to the male, their audience, though she knew of course of his presence.

Rhythmic beats like those of a drum resonated off the cliff walls and Liberty’s deathly blank eyes followed the riveting action of Spark’s limbs, graceful like a swan yet threatening like a snake. A moment is given to see the reaction of the juvenile, for it seemed she were to be outnumbered the second the black demon took her first steps into the battle field – though I’d hardly see this worthy to call of a battle. Some may have thought she was merely a talker, but Liberty had spent a fair amount of her life battling – plenty of practice double teaming with Singed Rose and Winded Spark gave her the right to a great amount of knowledge.

Finally, when it seemed she could no longer evade it, Liberty prepared herself for battle. The custom poise of a cobra, arched neck and wavering strides, composed the exact image that may invest fear in the prey – and that of course was only natural to the entitled: Shadowed One. Dreadlocks had formed in the lengthy coarse mane of Black Liberty, since social grooming no longer happened as of the leave of one’s own kind. So now a veil of ebony, thick tangles is more like it, obscured a beautiful Egyptian visage and rigid strides partake in the event that may even result in a blood bathe – a murder. Thundering under the mass of muscle and grinding bone, her hooves beat the earth as if it were a boxing match between the two. Time fled and the cerulean sky looked to have added a dab more color and become a navy blue, Liberty’s shimmering figure nearly disappearing from sight as she blended in with her nighttime realm.





BLACK LIBERTY

Black as the night,

Sweetly sour with fright

Liberty of no loss,

As is the iron cross..


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