Post by Silent Witness on Feb 23, 2006 21:35:13 GMT -5
The femmora of ebon hue cast her gaze 'pon the sunny lands. Ooids of cerulean swept the sullen geo, searching for life. Plumage swung back and forth like a pendulum, Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. Boa curved elegantly, 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. The ess glided through the emerald stalks of grass, the wind making them dance. Her name was Silent Witness. Her heart was pure, and it soared with the Angels. Swish, swish. The grasses whispered as she passed through them, swish, swish. Sable appendages moved like a blur through the foliage. 1, 2. 1, 2. 1, 2. Pistons 4-beated onwards. Witness' lust to reach the end of this forsaken land grew with each stride. The nymph eventually came to a stand still, sweat darkening her pelt. Jaded as she was the seraph forced herself on. The lithosphire was changing, from the dark cobalt blue of evening to the dark onyx of nigh. Now was the time to stop. The surrounding context grew still, not even the wind danced anymore. Soothed were the vexed forces of day. They were gone as long as the ghostly orb hung in the firmament. But the jezebel did not sleep. Her curvature streched towards the geo, but her mug didn't touch it. Indigo seekers remained partially open. Witness was untrusting and wasn't going to take a chance in this new land.
