::Bleeding Hearts:: -- Shadow Meadow

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Date Posted: 15:56:18 08/02/03 Sat
Author: Hensbane
Subject: ::Bleeding Hearts::

The flicka watched the moving black clouds through silvering eyes. Tiny mouth hung in awe, the charred sky was magnificent, so many shades, so many different colors, each and everyone of them warring with each other, kind of like the land she lived in. It was understood by her to wait for her father's command to rake the lands of purity with a force that was harsh and unforgiving. She laid still in the dark green grasses, midnight plumes twisted upwards grasping for heaven, as if trying to find the purists' God and twist their way around his neck, never letting go until his last breath twere to be released.

The young maiden was growing fast, and the season's caught up like any immortal creature. Years were days to them-decades were weeks-and centuries was a year. She had learned through many lessons with her mother how to fight and protect herself. Yet she had learned about a God she yearned for. Constantly striving to please. Yet when she thought of this benevolent being, her gaze did not look towards the sky. . . It looked through the soil. The parched ground was cracked, and it needed blood. . . blood to feed the minions growing beneath the surface. So many more were to come, and so many more were to breech this land and spread like an epidemic of wild fire and plague. She would be leader of this someday. . . .

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><Devils Breath>< -- Demitiase, 23:21:39 08/03/03 Sun