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Jeweled eyes took refuge amongst the greenery that flourished around her. Her step was light, elegant, and slow. She was in no hurry to move through the motions of life and yet her eyes held certain restlessness in them that would suggest determination. It was in the way she held her shoulders high and tight, in the way that her neck was bent so slightly toward the sun. Dark threads fell across her face and shaded her slender nose in shadow. The sun above kissed her hide with heated desire and she moved below him, for him. Like a coquette enticing her need and longing in such a way that it was hard to look away. She danced. It was a dance that lifted her feet slowly and with practiced delight; she was vision for most unknowing and she enjoyed her powerful effects.
The grasses of the forest were limp beneath her, falling prey to her grace and loveliness. Her skin was heated with excited fervor. She was finally free of the Threshold, her soul flying from its dim containment and soaring arrogantly into the clouds above. She found herself a royalty that many had not seen before. Perhaps it was the confidence in which she wore on her sleeve or the heart in which she locked away in the pit of her breast. The dry ground began to crunch beneath her toes as she neared the Foothills. Her intentions were unclear to those other than herself and she had no real reason to bear mind to them until she felt the time right. She smiled, her lips parting with some effort with the gesture.
Like a rarity not seen before, she tossed her small face into the breeze, gulping in the fresh air that roamed through the hills. She sought acceptance, despite her strange aversion to those who took flight or wore the bone upon their brow. But she, she was a great actress and she felt that she would have no trouble averting her gaze from such atrocity. Would she ever learn to forgive them their faults?
Time and again she felt indifferent, cold, and ill from gleaning in her superiority. She did not wish continue her life inside the ghost of expectation. She had far more respect for a good heart to hold their differences against them. However, if her favor was not earned, she would not feel it so necessary to pay those fools any real mind. At that, she thought of her visit to the Foothills. She had heard of equality, but that had been back when Archibald still reigned alongside Evers and Svetlana. Would equality still be true now?
Was equality even something that she sought anymore? She felt so…strange accepting difference when her heart was so clearly wrought in the other direction. She threw her head once more, an indication of her spirit, her arousal for life. She was a seductive creature placed into the wrong hands and her threat was evident in the way her hips swayed from side to side, her gait fluid and naturally irresistible. Would she find the solace she looked for here? Or would she move on- one to atmosphere that she would find acceptable? Perhaps she would be better off as a reject herself, claiming no name as important other than her own.
She waited along the borders now, her hips resting back upon her hind legs. They were such slender limbs, made more for the sport of fashion than anything else. A cool gaze was cast out along the rolling dunes and she smiled once more, collectively gathering herself as she awaited requested company. |
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