Insanity is bliss -- adjoin with the forces

The sun was half hidden by the pallid clouds that drifted slowly over the firmament, few honey rays pouring from the sky to grace the ground with its presense, the viridescent verdure whispering as the soft wind blew softly against the blades. Wild flowers sprouted over the area, speckling the foundation with color, perfume drifting about in the air. A alabaster complexus draws the attention of onlookers, her sterling filament billowing to the side with the breeze, the tresses tangling onto her right cochlea that was flicked towards the lower part of the meadow, for she was 'perched' atop a hill, the umbrage of an aged frondescence embracing her epidermis and keeping her rather cool. Her muscles ripple beneath her almost ivory discoid as she moves with a fluid grace, slender fulcrums bending and stretching out as she begins to walk down the hill, her pace speeding up slightly as she reaches the bottom and then ceases, her intelligent fuscous opticals scanning the area for these acceptors that she had heard about. She wished to be granted entrance to bestial plains and it seemed the only way she was to get there was to wait to be noticed by the quadrupeds that are in charge of the business.

The brisk wind made her feel at peace, her clear minded attitude and phlegmatic stature made her ready for anything. Though she was on top alert, for an approach was wanted, but not a suprise one. A pair of butterflys fluttered over to her to land upon her haunches, fluttering their brightly colored wings. The tickling sensation caused her to stop her hind quad and flick her achromatic pennant to the side to rid the insects from her bodice. Her sensitive pink skin began to burn slightly from being in the sun for several days, irritating her and causing her to move to stand beneath the shade of a smaller and younger tree than the last. Her nostrils flare as she inhales fresh oxygen and exhales carbon, her auditules flicking atop her poll as she listens intently to the creatures of the environment. A gnarled branch above snapped, causing a reflex of her shying away, cerebrum jerked to the side, muscles buldging in thick collum as she watches a rather large branch fall in the place that she had been. Harsh snort is directed at the tree, as if saying she was worthy enough to stand by it. Mug is raised in a dignified manner as she prances to another tree, not wishing to stand under one so..old....-