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Post by Skava[ON HAITIUS] on Feb 2, 2006 23:05:02 GMT -4
beckon her skava
side her light
trace her arabic
age her 3 turns
strike her femme
tint her creamy
past life, you really want to know?
act her kind, untrusting, polite, distant, smart, quick, stubborn
show her, post from another place, tired and busy
Only dreamers dream..
Irons pranced lightly across the lands of seriousness This was where light changing desisions were made But did I care? Nope I conintued to completely ignore the atmosphere around me and march to my own beat per say Smiling I slowed my prance to a high spirited walk, striding through the lands thoughfully Why was everyone always so sad and serious? No one ever had the slightest notion to have fun I sighed, I am pretty sure I am alone in my thought of continually being happy and always having a good time Though, sometimes things weren't so good So what if I started to daydream every once in a while? It was fine, except for that everyone in the herd seemed to be fixated on that fact while they gorged themselves on grass so they would get fat for the winter Stopping next to a small stream I looked down, feeling sympathy for the water that trickled alone the dry stream bed Reaching my maw down to it I nudged some of the loose dirt It rose in a cloud of dust, going up my nose a litte I tried to ignore it as I spoke softly to the earth
Don't worry, rains are coming, your beds will be full again and your self full
I smiled, lifting my head and moving on again, looking about the lands more HOofprints dotted the land where mud had dried up since the last rain, imprinting the hoofprints there until the next heavy rain fall The foreboding of a storm hung in the air, it seemed like it would rain heavily Moving to a small oak I stood beneath it, trusting it to keep out anything I didn't want to be disturbed by Folding my pillars I stretched out under the tree, closing my globes in peace
Treamandos crashes sounded across the lands A dark figure flashed across the land but then was gone She sweated frantically It seemed as if I was watching myself in a movie, a deranged movie I raced across the plain, heavy rain stinging my back and branches hitting be every once in a while I almost fell several times, my normally sure footed flints slipping in the thick mud The figure flashed closer, only there for a strike of lightning before dispearing again My dream self had seemed to spot it, though before it had seemed she was running from nothing now I saw she was glancing back repeatedly to where the figure was, worridly hurrying on I began to feel her laboring, her effort put into every stride as she continued forward Soon I saw the path ahead of me, slick with mud and fatally dangerous if approached the wrong way I felt the loads of liquid running down my sleek ebony sides OUt of the corner of my optic I saw the flash of lightning bring the thing closer It seemed smaller now, but no less awfull BUt what surprised me was that the mood of the thing was influencing me Sending me in panic down the side of the hill, slipping and sliding through the mud Reaching the bottom I sighed happily as I looked up the hill at the lighting flash and saw nothing Turning my dial back around I screamed, the thing loomed in my face But what was it? What was it! I needed to know, but it all began to fade out, it all faded away.....
I awoke with a jolt, hearing the ping, pong of the pounding rain against the grass outside my shelter I had never had a dream such as that one before My dreams were always fun, happiness parading through them practically What had happened with this dream? What had caused it to go wrong? I sighed, standing on my creaky legs They were stiff from lying down but I moved in small circles beneath the tree to steady them once again Turning my dial I came face to face with the tree I stifled a scream, it seemed as if I was staring into the face of whatever the horror of my dream was The intricate swivels of the tree's trunk had formed some thing, but it was gone now Sighing I hung my dial, looking forlornly out into the rain First abandonment, now horrible things coming into the thing that pleasured me most What next?
..what happens when they have nightmares?
[/size][/center]side her light
trace her arabic
age her 3 turns
strike her femme
tint her creamy
past life, you really want to know?
act her kind, untrusting, polite, distant, smart, quick, stubborn
show her, post from another place, tired and busy
Only dreamers dream..
Irons pranced lightly across the lands of seriousness This was where light changing desisions were made But did I care? Nope I conintued to completely ignore the atmosphere around me and march to my own beat per say Smiling I slowed my prance to a high spirited walk, striding through the lands thoughfully Why was everyone always so sad and serious? No one ever had the slightest notion to have fun I sighed, I am pretty sure I am alone in my thought of continually being happy and always having a good time Though, sometimes things weren't so good So what if I started to daydream every once in a while? It was fine, except for that everyone in the herd seemed to be fixated on that fact while they gorged themselves on grass so they would get fat for the winter Stopping next to a small stream I looked down, feeling sympathy for the water that trickled alone the dry stream bed Reaching my maw down to it I nudged some of the loose dirt It rose in a cloud of dust, going up my nose a litte I tried to ignore it as I spoke softly to the earth
Don't worry, rains are coming, your beds will be full again and your self full
I smiled, lifting my head and moving on again, looking about the lands more HOofprints dotted the land where mud had dried up since the last rain, imprinting the hoofprints there until the next heavy rain fall The foreboding of a storm hung in the air, it seemed like it would rain heavily Moving to a small oak I stood beneath it, trusting it to keep out anything I didn't want to be disturbed by Folding my pillars I stretched out under the tree, closing my globes in peace
Treamandos crashes sounded across the lands A dark figure flashed across the land but then was gone She sweated frantically It seemed as if I was watching myself in a movie, a deranged movie I raced across the plain, heavy rain stinging my back and branches hitting be every once in a while I almost fell several times, my normally sure footed flints slipping in the thick mud The figure flashed closer, only there for a strike of lightning before dispearing again My dream self had seemed to spot it, though before it had seemed she was running from nothing now I saw she was glancing back repeatedly to where the figure was, worridly hurrying on I began to feel her laboring, her effort put into every stride as she continued forward Soon I saw the path ahead of me, slick with mud and fatally dangerous if approached the wrong way I felt the loads of liquid running down my sleek ebony sides OUt of the corner of my optic I saw the flash of lightning bring the thing closer It seemed smaller now, but no less awfull BUt what surprised me was that the mood of the thing was influencing me Sending me in panic down the side of the hill, slipping and sliding through the mud Reaching the bottom I sighed happily as I looked up the hill at the lighting flash and saw nothing Turning my dial back around I screamed, the thing loomed in my face But what was it? What was it! I needed to know, but it all began to fade out, it all faded away.....
I awoke with a jolt, hearing the ping, pong of the pounding rain against the grass outside my shelter I had never had a dream such as that one before My dreams were always fun, happiness parading through them practically What had happened with this dream? What had caused it to go wrong? I sighed, standing on my creaky legs They were stiff from lying down but I moved in small circles beneath the tree to steady them once again Turning my dial I came face to face with the tree I stifled a scream, it seemed as if I was staring into the face of whatever the horror of my dream was The intricate swivels of the tree's trunk had formed some thing, but it was gone now Sighing I hung my dial, looking forlornly out into the rain First abandonment, now horrible things coming into the thing that pleasured me most What next?
..what happens when they have nightmares?
