<font face=garamond><font color=660000>i dreamt that i killed god [FIORE]</font></font> -- Open Meadow

In the vastness of the open meadow, the crazed zephyr had appeared to have calmed down for the night after clearing away the blanket of fluffy charcoal clouds, allowing the moon to shine with all its radiance and illuminating the area. The small and insignificant fire flies danced around the lush blades of grass which appeared to have an almost plastic sheen. Most of the animals that were native to the area had tucked themselves into bed for the night, apart from the crickets which continued with their normal nocturnal activities.

Warsaw entered the large expanse and glanced around to find that he was the only one in the area. Swarthy titaniums plodded along the topography as he leisurely waltzed forward through the long grass which tickled his pinions slightly. He continued forth til he came upon a small, soft patch of dirt. The sepia patriarch was nervous, which was apparent from his stiff, and robot like movement.

Slowly he began to pace back and forth, until eventually a small beaten path had formed in the small expanse of soil. His mind was racing a hundred miles an hour as he argued with himself in an internal monologue.

What the hell are you doing here? You know she’s not gonna show up. But what if I leave and she does come? Even then, what the hell am I gonna say to her? You haven’t seen the girl in years and finally tell her that you have feelings for her. She’s gonna think that you’re some crazy stalker. What the hell have you gotten yourself into man? If you tell her, she’s probably gonna kick you in the balls and walk off. But there could be a chance that what I feel for her is requited. Yeah right, you’re the son of her mortal enemy, like she’d wanna be seen with you.

Warsaw couldn’t help but give out a loud and heavy sigh. It seemed as though he had managed to talk himself out of this little midnight rendezvous. With his self esteem dropping even further, the virile started to trot in the other direction, back into the long grass before stopping again. What are you doing you coward? You asked her to meet you here and now you’re gonna run? Grow some balls for god’s sake.

With that, he snapped and moved back to the small patch of dirt, talking to himself still within the deep, dark confines of his mind. You can do this he thought. You’ve never really been good at expressing yourself, but you can do this. You’re ugly. Nobody likes you and your mother dresses you funny. Now smile you douche. Warsaw chuckled to himself softly before gazing up at the large, pale moon with chocolate, fathomless lampistra. It was beautiful, though he’d never admit to it. There he stood, waiting for his fair damsel to arrive.