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Date Posted: 20:19:03 07/17/05 Sun
Author: Piedra Preciosa
Subject: _-_ Gemstone _-_



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}CURSED with the name Piedra Precisosa{
}WEATHERED 3 winters{
}COLORED grey as ice{
}born of Arabian ANCESTORY{
}BORN a Witch{

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Her thoughts
Ha! A beautiful place? No such place exists, there is always something not so beautiful in every place. There is no paradise, no sanctuary for those who say they are blessed, we are cursed... cursed to live in a body of flesh, blood and bone. To be in paradise is to be dead and eternal...

Her Action
Ice colored witch wandered into the lands, 'er carbon black voids gazing around 'er body of flesh, blood and bone. Smirk inched its way across 'er lippids as the witch stopped in 'er march through the lands, the Open Plains of Equus Libera. Laugh escaped 'er as she looked at all those sweet hearted fools aroudn 'er, waiting for some stag to claim them, petty things looking for someone to dominate them, power is this girls best friend. Whipcord of lighter wash then icey pelt flashed over 'er well formed rump, ridding it of pesky insects common to these lands. Sun hung high in the sky, basking the area in its glow, there were no clouds to block its bright rays, offering no shade or shadows to one who seeks them. Witch turned and sauntered back into the shadows of the trees, voids starring angrily up at that hated sun. Thorns flickered atop her dial, flattening as a stags call was sent to those in the open area. Let them find 'er, let them think she be one of the obediant type.

Her words
Foolish mares, fawning over the first stag to walk across her path. Ha! Let them be dominated, be satisfied with being a servant. Oh hated sun, cast yourself behind a cloud and let shade fall upon the earth, cursed day give way to the darkness of the night, let there be shadows to hide in. Trees offer little shade to hide away in, letting light filter through its canopy's. Be gone day, give way to night.

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