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you can't judge a book by it's cover_________ "There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action." Like the first drop of rain with the summer season, Anita made her first appearance on the land of Eklipsa Serenade. And just like any molecule of rain, she would come again, time after time. It was inevitable, no matter how bad you didn't want the clouds to burst with all hell cut loose-it happened. Just like how you wish the wretched wench would go back to where she came from. Little do you know, she's teaching you. There's something behind her cruelty, her never-changing bitterness. It was the reason why she was a nomad, to educate those willing to withstand her acrimony and poignant criticism. A leucous moon peeks fearlessly out at Eklipsa, shining brightly for the mraz. Gyrating silver stains intricately forge a recherche mosaic on the radiant Luna. With wonder the mare becomes hypnotized, enchanted by the amaranthine light. The sky held such a contrast-the dark, livid nigrescent sky and the bright alabaster moon. Thoughts serpentine through the nooks of Anita's mind. Who exactly held the moon's gaze at that time, who was enchanted at the same time as Anita? Her first guess is a mraz, probably one of the deep thinkers. Perhaps a mraz would be her first pupil. Ethereal sounds reach the mare's ears, and most circumspectly does she navigate around them. Tonight would be her night alone, unless anyone dared approach the ornery mare. If only... Something caught the attention of the aureate mare. Slowly she finds her way over yonder. Sepia eyes meander over to the culprit. Muddied hooves oscillate over viridian blades of grass. The far from gregarious mare approaches the penumbra instigator, ears placidly splayed. Her eyes shift into her gaze; holding it deep, reading her. There was a hatred gyrating in her mind, for an obvious reason. The gray horses antics did no surprise Anita, the flehmen, the noises, the shifting. The irate behavior reminded her of a different place, far outside the world of Eclipsa. While she was traveling through the far away forests she stumbled on a civilization not too different from this one. Actually, their differences were much greater than their similarities- but that is not the point. Their peculiar activities astounded Anita. They functioned by rumors. Ages had gone by since the two sides had spoken, but their forged thoughts had created a barrier. She pitied them, their future looked cloudy. If only they had dropped their impressions and cliches... "My name is Anita... I offer you my salutations with a question- of what congregation do you belong?" Anita_________ nothing more than a nomad "Fear less, hope more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Hate less, love more." OOC; sorrel @ xsorrelhorse@aol.com <-aim/email peace out! |