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Author: Midnight Mystique |
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Date Posted: 07:28:41 01/22/04 Thu In reply to: KF 's message, "..Fear.." on 09:26:17 01/14/04 Wed Cold sapphire of diamond-studded sky swathed the Child of Light in mystery, darkness making the Light burning in her soul shine ever brighter, the white-hot beings of energy in the firmament flaming ever brighter, pulsating faster, as their earth-bound sister's wrath quivered in the swirling atmosphere about her, trembling in the ground beneath her. Exquisitely crafted facade set masterfully on lithe crest pointed severely down as crest arched tightly, every sinew of her being tightly coiled, her true, divine form quivering inside her, a white-hot, shimmering blaze of writhing, searing energy of pure beauty and terror so tightly entwined together that they were one in the power of the celestial faerae. Large, exotically shapen pools of clear, celestially flaming bright emerald spilled their searing pure light 'pon the centaur, her gaze blazing deep into the very depths of his twisted, malformed little soul, the fury in her features flaring with a righteous fire, her face beautiful and terrible in rage. One slender limb, finely tuned muscles quivering 'neath satin hide, sliced cleanly the earth beneath her, a single shard of amethyst lightening shivering swiftly through the air, searing and blazing with a dreadful deadliness. Deep, intense indigo of satin hide shone bright purple frosted sable in the stars' cool touch, wind flowing through the rippling inkiness of long, crimpy tresses, swirling them about her in rivulets of liquid onyx, the stormy nimbus of a goddess. Delicately chiseled, tapering features were ablaze with divine rage, at their most queenly, the exquisite perfection of her face utterly cold, yet burning with a frozen flame chilling the air in the glory of Light turned to blazing icy flame. Clear, rich tones of that resonating thrill of a newly plucked harpstring rang on the air, cold and frosted in her heated anger, "We shall see how long I stay here. Never forget that I can leave whenever I choose...perhaps bringing one of you with me.*" Let dark beware...Light would not quail before its miniscule power. ((ooc: What I mean by her leaving whenever she chooses is that she will challenge for her freedom. I am not breaking the rules of CM in this.)) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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