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Subject: <I> <center> <text color=black> Battle weary


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Cassandra FireHeart
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Date Posted: 19:11:24 10/25/01 Thu


The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusion then all of the veiled truth of the night.- Demon In My View

Indeed, the lies of day do not pass idle in the wary eyes of the solider.

The gentle heartbeat of a fast approaching steed fills the air. A thin trail of dust darkens in the air as lone horse appears, stains on the silk of sky. The rhythm slows, as the beast grows wary, seeking the calm hand of its rider’s command.
The horseman pulls up short of the village, content to watch their passage. The soft gleam of silver on the beast’s bridle hints of nobility, but the sword hung idle saddle side suggests a less honorable rank.
Amber eyes watch with hawk-like precision, noting deadly flaws of her foe. She cattily bats brown hairs from her face, further clearing her view. A doll’s face but her eyes murder a single thought of innocence.
Her maroon dress holds dusts of her travels, hidden under her noir cloak. Worn leather boots shift in her stirrups, sending mixed ideas to her steed. Confused, the mare nickers, tossing her gray forelock behind her ears. The dappled animal calms as her mistress soothes with words.
Cassandra smiles, disconcerting. Her acts in her war harden this once proper lady into a solider. And a solider she stands in her return to the realms of Medieval Times.
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