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 Her smile makes you wonder where she's been With the absence of the Sol's luminescence the past seasons, the inhabitants still felt fear and paranoia clutch their hearts that dithered in their chests and palpated with hysteria. Would it return, they wondered? Or would it be swallowed up once again, leaving Helovia benighted and sightless? But there is one...just one...who is unconcerned for the absence of the lord that patrols the skies in his flaming chariot high above. She lives for the shadows, for the darkness and silence of the unassuming twilight hours. If she were not, why was her skin a plague of coal in a line of silver and ivory? Why did her voice whisper like dark chocolate to hide the poison that lay within, tempting all others into her wanton crevices of destruction and malignant actions. So when she comes across a glimmer of silver blonde gossamer threads spun around a small patch of navy ebony and stretched over a shapely canvas, whispering to the dark boughs that sway and reach for all passerby in hopes of drawing them into this new world they've stumbled upon, she knows she must approach. At her side a majestic creature of pearl with two dark amethyst irises walks with purpose, growing muscle rippling under a healthy coat made to withstand the harshest of all winters and coldest of all waters. He is a polar child, but he follows her into the heat of summer loyally, her faithful prince, and their bond is forged by the heavens and just as strong and timeless. As she slows so does he, standing tall and proud like a knight bearing a shield at her side, two nearly identical orbs piercing the newcomer in the fading light, watching. Waiting for the right moment. "And if a fellow sinner was to cross that path?" She speaks, the dame, and like a shadowy mist dances without a sound across the newly grown carpet of emerald towards the beautiful lass. Circles to view her from more than her side, wishing to see her face to face, see into her soul and judge the content and quality of it. "Darkness only welcomes those who can see the beauty where others only see fear. Tell me darling, are you one of them? What is it you called yourself? Pandora?" Perhaps it was not mannerly to ask of the newcomer's name before giving her own, but Lakota was a thousand idiosyncrasies all wrapped into one beautiful package. She made and walked her own lines, tasted every forbidden fruit and taunted every royal that flounced across her path arrogantly. Lakota was a princess of darkness and destruction, the light of her soul bared only for those who had worked hard enough to deserve the glow of it. She had been burned and tarnished through and through, and she still came out of it like a phoenix, glowing bright and unharmed. Diamond, perhaps. But was this mare of the same material? The herd she hailed from may have changed with her twin leaders vanishing, but she still believed only the strong were able to defend a family. Too many weakly born souls and they would crumble. Perhaps they were no longer mercenaries, no longer killers. That did not mean she was forbidden from recruiting individuals that genuinely caught her eye.  |
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The Birth Of Pandora
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The Birth Of Pandora - by Pandora - 10-01-2013, 11:00 PM
RE: The Birth Of Pandora - by Lakota - 10-03-2013, 12:35 AM
RE: The Birth Of Pandora - by Pandora - 10-05-2013, 06:08 PM
RE: The Birth Of Pandora - by Lakota - 10-12-2013, 08:30 PM
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