.hmmmm. *from Frozen Lake...heh.* -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 00:13:37 07/12/03 Sat
Author: Deja Vu
Subject: .hmmmm. *from Frozen Lake...heh.*

She was a soft shudder in the leaves-that one longing song in summer air that can only be answered by the lull of crickets or the incessant harmony of the birds. She was the flutter of the butterfly's wings; the ripple of a still pool; the first drop of rain upon your spine; she was the smell of air, the taste of life. Anything allegorical, anything aerial; the unexplained with a sense of mythical vagueness. Today she was the sea in the shadows, performing her minuet with the metaphorical splash of the waves, and the omnipresent echo of the osprey's cry.

The verdancy about the lands was tall, and she waded through the cresting brush, letting the bullion crests lap against her ashen chest. Her spindly legs pranced in a gaited fashion as she made her way through the shoots and arbors of the underbrush�s nettles, finally coming to the shore of the peaking grass; a verdant meadow, dappled with horses across its placid topography. Her eyes frothed with excitement as the summer sea�shining a brilliantly jade pair of eyes, which matched uncannily to that of the comatose ocean scape. Her nautical appearance did not wane the fabled aura about her though. Her eyes were peculiar, incessantly moving like the clouds above�not flashes of change, unnoticeable at first look�but never do they resemble what they did the moment before.

Her entire physique was ashen and smooth, her hooves jet black and petite as they left their imprint on the springy undergrowth. Her mane was a grayscale tuft, undecidedly fighting which side of her neck to venture to with brute force. Her head was fine, coursing with the veins of an etched heritage�something gleaming with power and brute force. She looked about at the growing number of fillies with no apprehension�there was a knowledge in her eyes, a sadness only earned after recovering from something tragic which changed your viewpoint on the life you live.

Jogging outwards and letting the sun sheathe her grayscale attire with an earthy glow, she glanced around for anyone who might acknowledge her not-so-grandeur presence.

(Anyone remember her? lol...her mom was one of my first character's ever, Juniper Breeze; she was the first *and I think only one of three..?* ghost horses at CM, and when her mom 'died' she was reincarnated to lil' ol' Deja here. I dun think anyone knows her...but she's here, so heh...lol)

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