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Post by { { vitanni ♥ } } on Jul 9, 2012 0:18:58 GMT -5
Auriferous luminiscence radiated from lucid visionaries, piercingly brilliant as they scattered the dimensions of shadow into a mad shuffle, fleeing from the lusting expansion of light in its full force. How fearful the darkness was, of its true nemesis, but what does light truly do to consume shadow? Nothing. As shadow comes back, again, and again. Without light, we would be disabled to see, without darkness comes the statement identically. We can't see, we need them, both. None can eliminate the other, not now, not ever. Lightningflare once more encountered herself amid a dwelling of her madly swaying thoughts, her curiously poetic logic fading at times, once more rushing back like never before, in a manner more curious than the previous one. And now, comes the Haze. It jumbles what I think, twirls about what little wits I've got, snatches them away, eats em up, spits em back out. Into a furious bewilderment, she is tossed in mercilessly. Lightningflare's orbs collapsed from focus, once more engaged into a strange earth where shadows fly & light consumes the world into ashes that always
rise again. Thorns snagged at her sleekly tufted hide as she dragged herself through the lushly set myriad of bramble groves, she knew it'd be worth the pain, and the endless grooming session to await pos-
terior to this odd voyage. She knew what she sought out for, with clarity, for quite a lovely air of change. Spikes tore at the silkiness of her deep, scarlet hide harshly many to draw torrential snaguine over her pristine structure. Just a little longer...OW! Thorns are just like bats. With these delirious desires; for blood their hearts can't generate, they are
thieves of life. Her pretty set of ears was well-snagged with stains of blood by now. & that heavenly aroma flooded her nasaries once more, ambrosially lovely. With honeyed orbs she gazed at the stunning vegetation. Roses of carmine colour splayed out, their vibrant petals in lavish extravagance of themselves. How lovely. She thought, gazing, and gazing, watching, watching. And then it hit her. She was, indeed within the depths of Vertigoclan's land. All this way, she hadn't quite taken in to notice the scent markers flooding her senses, at least
not until now. Yet she looked about, her gaze lofty, eyes dreamy. "Well, they wouldn't do much anyway. It's not like any of them were to kill me for such a thing." She said serenely to herself. Peril was not peril when it came to Lightningflare's twitsed bit of thoughts. How wonderful. What a wonderful world.
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