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Nyx ~Goddess of the Night~
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Date Posted: 14:10:32 04/18/02 Thu
~Like poetry, gentle, creamy, ebon skin pulls fluidly about the mare's muscles. Hairs of the finest contour blow finely in the mideve's breath of a wind. Soft tressles of long, fine silk dwindle down her gently curved neck, practically dripping down it, rustling in the breeze. Satin-covered ears prick from their peak, oculars of the blackest looking out from their curtain of velvet. Long, soft tail of ebon blows about her thin legs, playing persuasively along the night breeze. Tentative to the night, the vixen silently creeps along the tree-line. The glittering, half-moon shimmered down to her, making a silver lining along her sleek, black body.
She, who had been borne from the night, loved it with a passion never ending. She was neither hateful nor loving, but passive in her desire for the night and nothing more. Never was she lonely and never was she annoyed by company. Shades of gray had never held her in its grasp, for she had always seen clearly black or white. She never thought things too complicated nor too simple, but in itself a whole and nothing more, nothing less.
Spoken to, not a lot and speeking to another rarely ever did she. There was a certain contendedness in her that didn't seem to reach others, but at the same time a certain emptiness that rarely ever did she feel.
The blackest of the night did she enjoy most and quietly stopped, closing her shimmery oculars, listening to the breeze and silence of the night.~
~Nyx~ ~Goddess of the Night~
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