Rain... -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 21:57:34 02/04/02 Mon
Author: A Swype
Subject: Rain...

The darkened, moisture-heavy clouds hang low in the sky, emitting a continuous downpour of cool drops. The rocky forest below is shrouded in heavy mist, nothing to be seen past ten meters away. Wreathed in this greyness, drenched by the cleansing rains sits a lone Swype, the graceful Athian unmoving. Her long limbs are folded and her tail is wrapped tightly around her body, as though protecting her from unknown danger; certainly not the gentle downpour. Golden eyes shine out for a brief moment before a blink extinguishes their soft light. Water running in rivulets through the short, smooth grey fur, it almost appears that the downpour seeks to comfort and console the femme in her grief. For the first time, noticed are the tears that slip down her long muzzle, trembling down her sleek whiskers to drop, like the rain, to the fertile soil. Slender paws hesitantly gripping the earth, seeking stability, find only shifting mud. Nothing but illusions and pain. Slowly, ever so slowly, the Swype's head raises, and quietly pained orbs flicker open, staring into the thickening fog around her. As though beseeching the sky to lend her answers to unanswerable questions, she locks her gaze onto the clouds, so near as to be touched, and the young Lavanian lets the rain cleanse her tears and wash her pain away.

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