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06-26-2013, 01:04 PM
Demure, humility soaked in senescent grace, she was but a budding flower amidst chaos and adversity, wherein her emotions birthed themselves in bloodied placental rancor. Liberty from this sentimental prison would, in her ruling, never be procured; she would forever, eternally, be bound by ropes and chains, invisible to the naked eye, pressed tautly against her stomach, her arms, legs, and lissom neck. She could hardly breathe, through the constrictions of her past, and each step she took through this bright colorful world was a mocking reminder that she believed she would never attain such succulent bliss. However, there was tenderness in her actions, a sweet, loving tenderness, offset by the harshness of a series of belligerent dogmatic beliefs, layers upon layers of inexplicable codes untapped and unsolved, by anyone. Even herself. A lurid hush fell like misted rain over the land, guided by the mysterious, salacious presence of a scarlet hued mare, exotic visage concealed by thick tendrils of gleaming alabaster. Beauty shrouds her form like a possessive spirit, whose path to hell was paved in titillating intentions. Pale teal eyes scanned their surroundings, flickering in passionate vigor; vulnerability was nothing but an illusion. Her body would remain hers, and only hers, until the day she drew her last breath. This was a place where women, and men, for that matter, were subjugated and led away in figurative shackles, tied to their future domain for the rest of their existence.
How sad, she thought with mild amusement. She was not to be trusted fully, a woman whose ways were delved in the soiled realm of deception. She knew what she wanted, and would do anything to get it. Such ambitions were frowned upon where she came from, for women were always better seen and not heard. And yet there she was, a runaway, a free woman, and she would remain that way. Who would she meet in this curious wasteland of gods and goddesses, where religion played such a role in these creature's lives. Barely above a whisper, she spoke to them, so far away. Which beast this night will face a true demon?
