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Post by atlanta on Jun 1, 2007 10:50:20 GMT -5
//A t l a n t a
The femmora sauntered 'pon the medium taking in its ancient history, it aur, its very essence inhabited her soul, take over, like a wave, filline her with a feeling of tranquilty and warmth. Instantly she knew, this was her new home.
The fea paraded gaily at a slow tri-beat. Violet blue voids take in every aspect, making sure she memorized every little detail, this was Athens, an ancient city in Greece, abandoned but still remaining beautiful.
A light shone softly, fading over the horizon, the sun was playing a game of Peek-a-boo with the earth, saying its good byes and good night's to the dead and the weary.
Acoustics swivelled upon her ivory cranium, taking the sounds, the old creaks and cooes of nocturnes, soothing even to insomniacs. This was her decision, She decided it was time to start again.
Sleek Frame manuvered up a cliff like structure, she reached the top as Twilight coverd the lands, a blanket of darkness, the only light was the full moon that shone above, fragments stole its beauty, the stars. Baskiing her in a pearlescent light. Forepillars rose heavenward The lands of athens I claim for my own Lyricals boom, it echoed.
She remained airborne then crashed down 'pon the topography, flints scarring the cliff.Forever. |
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Post by SeaLight on Jun 2, 2007 12:56:47 GMT -5
The rays of the sun gleamed even brighter, appearing to float ever so closer towards the earth. Waves of heat rippled and shimmered in the air as a flash of blinding golden light appeared. When the light subsided some and began to grow comfortable as to caress the eyes, a fine golden brute could be seen standing there. His tresses were of the purest ivory, his coat shining, as if he were one of the rays of the sun himself. Cocoa-hued optics were mixed with golden honey, a benevolent smile placed gently on his maw, directed at the fae.
A wanderer has come unbidden,
A follower of the great Sun.
She has laid claim upon
The sacred land of Athens.
Fair and wise,
O mighty Apollo grants to her
The title Queen of Athens,
Atlanta.
Before those lyrics had even faded into the air, the bright rays of sunshine brightened once more. The golden flash appeared again, and the sun retreated back to its normal position across the sky. The brute? He was never more, a mere mirage or spectacle as the temperatures quickly subsided to the normal crispness of spring.
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Post by darknight on Feb 2, 2008 17:49:05 GMT -5
As Atlanta blinked her eyes, she was spooked at the sudden sound of another horse, another mare had come to lay claims on this land. Her beautiful voice rang out: "I LAY CLAIMS ON THIS HERE LAND! IT IS NOW MINE! ANYONE WHO WISHES TO CHALLENGE ME OVER IT, SPEAK WITH YOUR HOOVES!" she cried out.Atlanta became angered and rushed to the challenger, ready to fight. The mare's name was Dark Night, she had been in many battles before and too was ready to fight.
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