eh -- Attemptare Vix

"i want my child to posess the most unrootable of evils that could possibly be imagined. it was formed in spite, and it should live thus, a burden and an icon of fear for all who surround it. my offspring should have no heart, lest feeling interrupt the savagery. the malicious ecstacies perceivable in this child should be inconeivable, and intense to the point that they would drive to insanity even the most stable of individuals, should this evil be thrust upon them. is this too much to ask, dragon? too expensive a reward?"
-- frozen dreams

the world is spinning...
the sun rests on the horizon, like a drop of burning gold, slowly blazing its trail across the sky, only to disappear out of sight, so the moon and the stars could come out to play. birds sing their good-nights, while wolves howl their welcoming to the great mother moon. the air is so crisp, so thin and so perfect that you can see for miles and miles. the welkin is a tantalizing panorama; a water-colored picture. purples, blues, yellows, a palette of colors that have not been named and never will be, for they are too beautiful for the human mind to conceive a title that can hold true to their pulchritudinous nature. then the scene changes. it's midnight now. the stars flair and flicker, for they are such fickle things. many of the stars we see are actually dead, shining only because we are millions of light years away, and whatever radience they produced before their death has not reached us. the stars are screaming glory to the moon, the great goddess moon, so round, so utterly gorgeous. a silver glow is cast over everything within sight. the scene changes again. the sun appears once more, this time even more radiant then before. once more the birds begin to sing, this time greeting the rising orb that says 'it is a new day.'

give me wings...
esthetically perfect, she is practically an exact replica of her dam, but with certain characteristics that could have only possibly been given to her by her father. she bares the same dark cloak as her mother, the ebony canvas scribbled with silver across the haunches and on the withers. steel streaks through her mane, showing only in some places, like the stars, peaking out from behind the dark coverings provided by the dismal clouds which insist on blocking their glory and radiance from the world. she is small, fragile, perfect. large, dark, innocent eyes like only a child could possibly have. she will take after her sire in size, and will easily be taller then her dam. her partially arabian blood is evident in her finely chiseled face, and her delicate structuring, in her deep chest. she is made to run long distances. as a fighter, she would be agile, but not as strong as some others. only time will prove how she matures and develops, and many things will change, but many more things will stay the same.

tell me you love me...
[ she inspected the female they approached, with curiosity and intrigue scrambling wildly across her features. why is mommy mad? she was practically running to keep up, only to have her mother slide to a stop. the petite female tried to duplicate the move, and tumbled head over heels, landing in a small bundle on the ground. she leaped to her feet quickly, and rose her zenith towards the heavens. the dominant emotion on her features now was a sheepish smile, evidently meaning 'i meant to do that.' she hoped after her dam, who was now before the other eagle, and cry was angered that she didn't know what was going on. as quickly as she could manage with still retaining some semblance of grace and dignity, she moved to her mother's side, ctaching the end of the other's speech. suffocate, eh? she remembered only vaguely her dam speaking of this other creature, and the particular words she'd used hadn't been the kindest... as the other lowered her mug towards the flicka, she contemplated what to do, and then pounced forward, her tiny muzzle bumping the others in a gentle greeting. her nostrils flaired, to reveal crimson lining of her nasal passages, as she inhaled the others scent, stashing it away with her grey matter. 'she smells like lilac,' the filly mused to herself. allowing a smile to run rampant in her luminous ords, she collapsed to the ground between the two conversing adults, declaring herself the center of attention. content now, she curled in to a most canine position, with her mug resting on her forelimbs, and her hindlimbs curled in to her form. her eyes flicker closed and within seconds, she was asleep ]

s a r e a	because angels, like demons, thrive on sin...
"i want my child to posess the most unrootable of evils that could possibly be imagined. it was formed in spite, and it should live thus, a burden and an icon of fear for all who surround it. my offspring should have no heart, lest feeling interrupt the savagery. the malicious ecstacies perceivable in this child should be inconeivable, and intense to the point that they would drive to insanity even the most stable of individuals, should this evil be thrust upon them. is this too much to ask, dragon? too expensive a reward?" -- frozen dreams the world is spinning... the sun rests on the horizon, like a drop of burning gold, slowly blazing its trail across the sky, only to disappear out of sight, so the moon and the stars could come out to play. birds sing their good-nights, while wolves howl their welcoming to the great mother moon. the air is so crisp, so thin and so perfect that you can see for miles and miles. the welkin is a tantalizing panorama; a water-colored picture. purples, blues, yellows, a palette of colors that have not been named and never will be, for they are too beautiful for the human mind to conceive a title that can hold true to their pulchritudinous nature. then the scene changes. it's midnight now. the stars flair and flicker, for they are such fickle things. many of the stars we see are actually dead, shining only because we are millions of light years away, and whatever radience they produced before their death has not reached us. the stars are screaming glory to the moon, the great goddess moon, so round, so utterly gorgeous. a silver glow is cast over everything within sight. the scene changes again. the sun appears once more, this time even more radiant then before. once more the birds begin to sing, this time greeting the rising orb that says 'it is a new day.' give me wings... esthetically perfect, she is practically an exact replica of her dam, but with certain characteristics that could have only possibly been given to her by her father. she bares the same dark cloak as her mother, the ebony canvas scribbled with silver across the haunches and on the withers. steel streaks through her mane, showing only in some places, like the stars, peaking out from behind the dark coverings provided by the dismal clouds which insist on blocking their glory and radiance from the world. she is small, fragile, perfect. large, dark, innocent eyes like only a child could possibly have. she will take after her sire in size, and will easily be taller then her dam. her partially arabian blood is evident in her finely chiseled face, and her delicate structuring, in her deep chest. she is made to run long distances. as a fighter, she would be agile, but not as strong as some others. only time will prove how she matures and develops, and many things will change, but many more things will stay the same. tell me you love me... [ she inspected the female they approached, with curiosity and intrigue scrambling wildly across her features. why is mommy mad? she was practically running to keep up, only to have her mother slide to a stop. the petite female tried to duplicate the move, and tumbled head over heels, landing in a small bundle on the ground. she leaped to her feet quickly, and rose her zenith towards the heavens. the dominant emotion on her features now was a sheepish smile, evidently meaning 'i meant to do that.' she hoped after her dam, who was now before the other eagle, and cry was angered that she didn't know what was going on. as quickly as she could manage with still retaining some semblance of grace and dignity, she moved to her mother's side, ctaching the end of the other's speech. suffocate, eh? she remembered only vaguely her dam speaking of this other creature, and the particular words she'd used hadn't been the kindest... as the other lowered her mug towards the flicka, she contemplated what to do, and then pounced forward, her tiny muzzle bumping the others in a gentle greeting. her nostrils flaired, to reveal crimson lining of her nasal passages, as she inhaled the others scent, stashing it away with her grey matter. 'she smells like lilac,' the filly mused to herself. allowing a smile to run rampant in her luminous ords, she collapsed to the ground between the two conversing adults, declaring herself the center of attention. content now, she curled in to a most canine position, with her mug resting on her forelimbs, and her hindlimbs curled in to her form. her eyes flicker closed and within seconds, she was asleep ]
S A R E A because angels, like demons, thrive on sin...