Date Posted:05:14:29 01/26/02 Sat Author: Oazhir Subject: [ . her untimely entrance .]
The dark of night brings forth mysteries and challenges to undying souls. To one such as she, the mysteries seemed bland, the challenges paltry. What fools that dared rebel against the proud soul that inhabited her with the generous, pulsing fire of life? Her soul, one being that flew with swiftness unleashed 'cross the sands that she loved, within feeling of the gentle winds.
Ebon pelt twitched slightly, the breath of a resurrected life filling her mind with a kind of giddy opium; a drug that yearned to stretch its influence. Slender appendages pranced, onyx titaniums seemingly adrift in the beds of sand that claimed the deserts. Ahh, new life. New freedom. Oazhir was ecstatic. Oh, glory! Glory to Allah, Glory to Him! A life to be carved once more. A new slate to write upon.
Descent from crested dune was made in hasty excitement as advance she did to the lands that lay beyond in an intangibly wonderful aura to be prodded at. She had arrived at last ...
