Post by zacardi on Mar 9, 2006 15:15:48 GMT -5
Come, let us sing, let the wolves sing freely, without notes. mute, in another word...
Pinions briskly brought the cater towards the bleak hope of ever being part of the equiss orbitress. Visage held lowered for some before her had come with the same hope only different, they actually had hope. Silkened span drifted among her brie coloured lenses, they reminded her of herself, odd and lifeless. So depressing, isnt' it? Though it wasnt' always like this, she had a life once, but whom would really care for a mute equise that held no usage to any? No one, exactly her point. Briskly she picked up a slow two tempoed gathering, though soon she would falter herself back down to a walk, she gasped, bante slowly whisked itself at her flange, somewhat annoyed at herself for being whom she be now. But who cared? No one just like before...
Nothing more to do but wait for herself...
Discs made inept drawings on the wilted dead terrain, caret circulated the scents as her dual lowered to the crevassed floored, perche parted letting the once emerald herbage fill her esograpa, it clung to the back of her throat. She almost gaged herself, figures, it didnt' matter if she was dying or choking no one would give her the slightest bit of sympathy. Pinons gathered up under the filthened coloured chassie, then quickly lunged forward, she floated slowly taking her time pacing among the dustened terrain, making it least something of herself.
Finally her song is wrecked...
Lazily the loathed minxa viewed herself, she finally faced it, she was alone. Lenses broken, the she heaved, shallow breaths were the only thing that propelled the equise. Though her breathing was a steadied shallowness, rhythmic in fact. The light was fading, slowly, her mind was darkening, she thought of it of death, she screamed a mute scream though it was piercing her mind, she could here herself clearly inside not out. What was wrong with her? She needs to know.
Visions of nothing...
Blurred vision confused the bellea, shadows slowly crept out from underneath her, she blinked, somewhat clear she hesitantly advanced forward, she blinked again, as her clarity moved out from her she began to move more briskly, soon finding herself stumbling, she veered, chassie facing the opposing direction. Harli fell to her dila, angered at herself for wandering so far, there was nothing she could do right! Saddened by her own actions she bluntly followed her instinctive way back, though there wasnt' a mere point in returning. Ha,ha. Nope nothing.
Collapsing among the wilted emerald...
Tired of all this the bellea just flat out collasped. Wilted emeralds protruding into her epidemia making suttle unconfertablness. Lenses towered up at the almost navy atmose, passages filled with cool nite-like oxi, oh how it tasted good. This is what she wants, but we dont' always get what we want, huh? Nope not one bit.
Pinions briskly brought the cater towards the bleak hope of ever being part of the equiss orbitress. Visage held lowered for some before her had come with the same hope only different, they actually had hope. Silkened span drifted among her brie coloured lenses, they reminded her of herself, odd and lifeless. So depressing, isnt' it? Though it wasnt' always like this, she had a life once, but whom would really care for a mute equise that held no usage to any? No one, exactly her point. Briskly she picked up a slow two tempoed gathering, though soon she would falter herself back down to a walk, she gasped, bante slowly whisked itself at her flange, somewhat annoyed at herself for being whom she be now. But who cared? No one just like before...
Nothing more to do but wait for herself...
Discs made inept drawings on the wilted dead terrain, caret circulated the scents as her dual lowered to the crevassed floored, perche parted letting the once emerald herbage fill her esograpa, it clung to the back of her throat. She almost gaged herself, figures, it didnt' matter if she was dying or choking no one would give her the slightest bit of sympathy. Pinons gathered up under the filthened coloured chassie, then quickly lunged forward, she floated slowly taking her time pacing among the dustened terrain, making it least something of herself.
Finally her song is wrecked...
Lazily the loathed minxa viewed herself, she finally faced it, she was alone. Lenses broken, the she heaved, shallow breaths were the only thing that propelled the equise. Though her breathing was a steadied shallowness, rhythmic in fact. The light was fading, slowly, her mind was darkening, she thought of it of death, she screamed a mute scream though it was piercing her mind, she could here herself clearly inside not out. What was wrong with her? She needs to know.
Visions of nothing...
Blurred vision confused the bellea, shadows slowly crept out from underneath her, she blinked, somewhat clear she hesitantly advanced forward, she blinked again, as her clarity moved out from her she began to move more briskly, soon finding herself stumbling, she veered, chassie facing the opposing direction. Harli fell to her dila, angered at herself for wandering so far, there was nothing she could do right! Saddened by her own actions she bluntly followed her instinctive way back, though there wasnt' a mere point in returning. Ha,ha. Nope nothing.
Collapsing among the wilted emerald...
Tired of all this the bellea just flat out collasped. Wilted emeralds protruding into her epidemia making suttle unconfertablness. Lenses towered up at the almost navy atmose, passages filled with cool nite-like oxi, oh how it tasted good. This is what she wants, but we dont' always get what we want, huh? Nope not one bit.