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Date Posted: 09/16/03 5:41pm
Author: Raging River
Subject: ...water droplets rage, rain like stinging arrows...

Proud Indian princess thunders swiftly into the battleground, slim chocolate limbs moving rhythmically, effortlessly together in a steady, strong pattern, like a proud war drumbeat. The tales of war had come to her ears, and she had made up her mind to follow her ancestors and fight to keep her way of life alive. She halts, turning on a dime, and glances ‘round with a piercing, eagle-eyed gaze of wild, savage spirit, untamable and beautiful. One could see she would be a formidable opponent even in play. Whether she conquered or was defeated, she would fight till every drop of her life’s blood had flowed from her body, and her breath had been crushed from her, till she became one with the very dust of the earth. The wind rustled mockingly in her small, perfectly shapen ears, and she tosses her tapering face violently, arrogantly. She rears, slender legs tearing fiercely at the air, slashing at it with deadly blows. She came down with light agility, hinting at a vast reserve of nimbleness and quick reflexes. Screaming a challenge, her ear-splitting, eerie tones pulsate up and down the scale, high and yet so deep, shattered the air, the battlecry of a warrior.

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