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Dos Veces Bendito ~Twice Blessed~
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Date Posted: 12:34:39 09/23/01 Sun
A rustle of leaves alerts you to something there, a chill downs your spine. The watcher shows not, but the gleam of her cat-like eyes shone distrusting. The shadows whisper, swaying like the huntress’s tail in the misty breeze. But, with snort, she appears.
Her slim Arabian legs carry her in the strangest of ways, as if the ground moves under her teacup hoofs. Leaf dew clings to her coat, sparks that match her eyes. Something in her manner demands respect, commonly she called milady because of this manner.
If you dare, if you look her in her eyes, you will see a wild, untamable soul. Tamable only by time, she is wilder then the wind that ruffles her silver mane that looks if made of moonbeams.
The huntress snorts in disgust as the others mouth of their fair beauty. But she cares not, cries her tears to the death she has seen and not the fact she is ugly to others' eyes. But the fact she is different cannot be hid.
For she is not normal, coming form a place of war, she finds no time for beauty. Grace and speed are the two and few reasons she is not dead, but she wears the scars of the near misses, of a past too terrible to remember, too horrid to forget…. Dos Veces Bendito
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