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Post by STYX [jackie] on Jun 22, 2009 14:06:28 GMT -5
Position: Imperial Queen
Aknowledge Battle: Yes, I understand the risks.
Essay Portion: The sky was illuminated with a dazzling spectacle of stars – shimmering and glittering in all of their absolute brilliance. From where STYX stood, the view could not have been better. Although she was a frequent wanderer, STYX had taken a particular liking to the peaceful serenity of the beach. Quite often, she would stand where the sea met the sand, allowing the frothy waters to rise and envelope her forehooves – swallowing them entirely before treading slowly back to where it had come from. She knew nothing but the company of the stars, always over her shoulder, even in the darkest of nights… a soothing comfort they offered her, when not another soul could comprehend her troubles. Troubles, she thought… and she might have laughed. A smile brushed across her lips, and she shied away from the pale moonlight’s subtle touch as it pressed close to her hot cheeks – further into the shadows she danced.
STYX was a valiant creature; a wondrous menagerie of absolute power, undeniable wit, and obvious beauty. She makes it difficult even for me, her creator, to describe exactly what she is. With an extensive history, STYX has been recreated to not recall much – ARIZXON is a new beginning for her, a broken slate wiped entirely clean. Although she might be stuck in her previous ways, it is never too late for STYX to learn, to change, to adapt…
The sounds of solitude surrounding her thrummed on, and STYX began to saunter along the quiet shoreline. She allowed her mind to wander as she walked, as there were no predators here for her to fear or be worried about. The moon shone a quiet path for her, the sands sparkling as it reflected from within her auburn gaze, and she sighed the most delicate of sighs into the wavering atmosphere. STYX was ever so tired of being alone…
Arching her regal neck, STYX erupted into a magnificent fit of flight – so beautiful she was as she carefully calculated those subtle steps, dancing almost maniacally through the sands that splayed and glittered around her. My Starchild, how content she looked at that very moment – the sea and the sand were her only sanctuary, the stars and the moon her only companionship. She longed for so much more, and there was so much more she was capable of! It bothers me to see her so alone, even though she basks pleasantly in the solitude that she was always surrounded with. There was so much more awaiting her! Always another chapter to write – but unfortunately, it had never been a fairytale for STYX, I can tell you that much. But those stars, you see? Those stars had so much more written for her…
The miles of stretched sand soon began to fade, and by this time, STYX was damp with a hot sweat – her nostrils pouring steam into the stale night air. She never faltered, though… even as sand turned to solid dirt. Closing her eyes, she continued to run… opening them to look for a moment at the stars that twinkled in quiet observation. She smiled, craning her neck for but a moment as her hindquarters barreled and she powerfully leapt to the skies. A lone sound of pleasure might have erupted from her lips, suddenly landing with a dull thud before she resumed tearing across whatever lay in her path. So beautiful she looked, dancing with the stars that surrounded her. She had never expected to stumble across the inhabited lands that she did. Rarely, if ever, did she bump into another equine… or any other mammal for that matter.
A rustle within the brush that surrounded her caused her to slide to an immediate halt, muscles taught with the anticipation of something to burst from the shadows. She stood, always prepared for fight or flight (depending on the situation, of course)… slinking nearer as it ceased movement. Moments later, a few birds fluttered from the entanglement of branches, disappearing into the night skies. With a harsh snort, she made her way to a barren pathway, worn from the passing of many others, I’m sure. An odd odor sought out her nostrils – others? Her pace quickened, eyes wide and ears alertly searching for the sound of another. A delicate breeze rustled through the foliage surrounding her, coiling about her muscular frame and tousling her forelock into her vision. Ahead was a clearing – swimming beneath the wading moonlight, and the dancing breeze beckoned her to press on. Slowing, she curiously gazed down into the valley.
Unfortunately, it was empty...
Much to her dismay, STYX found herself extremely disappointed. Stumbling rather clumsily down the grassy knoll, she meandered into the center of the area. What was this curiosity of finding another? Just someone, anyone! She could give a damn less if it was a half-ill squirrel scrambling for a tree across the way. But everything was silent… aside from the innocent chirping that echoed around her. Typically, it wasn’t like her to call for attention… but she was ready to see another face. Shifting her weight to her hindquarters, STYX launched her upper torso towards the sky. With her silhouette pressed against the darkness of night, a vociferous scream rattled from the depths of her chest, forelimbs flailing violently as she stumbled to maintain her balance. She looked rather uh… intimidating, to state the least… but would the attention that she was searching for be drawn? Her call ended… and she pummeled back to the earth. Tossing her head, STYX elevated a single forelimb… driving it viciously back into the terrain and dragging it backwards, only to do the movement over and over again. She continued to paw, dust and debris rising and surrounding her in an ominous, cloudy haze. As it settled, all was silent… even the cricket’s ceased their chatting. Heck, it was worth a shot, right?
And so, she stood… alone. It was no different than what she was accustomed to, nor did she expect anything else to come of it. I guess there was a sliver of hope for something else… something more. Breaking from her idle stance, STYX ambled towards a nearby oak tree. Heaving her weight into the base of its trunk, she slouched in some sort of defeated slumber. With her head hung, she closed those beautiful auburn eyes of hers – surrendering herself to a world made up entirely of her silk-woven thoughts; the enrapturing world of her ever lost dreams…
Sleep, my Starchild...
Aknowledge Battle: Yes, I understand the risks.
Essay Portion: The sky was illuminated with a dazzling spectacle of stars – shimmering and glittering in all of their absolute brilliance. From where STYX stood, the view could not have been better. Although she was a frequent wanderer, STYX had taken a particular liking to the peaceful serenity of the beach. Quite often, she would stand where the sea met the sand, allowing the frothy waters to rise and envelope her forehooves – swallowing them entirely before treading slowly back to where it had come from. She knew nothing but the company of the stars, always over her shoulder, even in the darkest of nights… a soothing comfort they offered her, when not another soul could comprehend her troubles. Troubles, she thought… and she might have laughed. A smile brushed across her lips, and she shied away from the pale moonlight’s subtle touch as it pressed close to her hot cheeks – further into the shadows she danced.
STYX was a valiant creature; a wondrous menagerie of absolute power, undeniable wit, and obvious beauty. She makes it difficult even for me, her creator, to describe exactly what she is. With an extensive history, STYX has been recreated to not recall much – ARIZXON is a new beginning for her, a broken slate wiped entirely clean. Although she might be stuck in her previous ways, it is never too late for STYX to learn, to change, to adapt…
The sounds of solitude surrounding her thrummed on, and STYX began to saunter along the quiet shoreline. She allowed her mind to wander as she walked, as there were no predators here for her to fear or be worried about. The moon shone a quiet path for her, the sands sparkling as it reflected from within her auburn gaze, and she sighed the most delicate of sighs into the wavering atmosphere. STYX was ever so tired of being alone…
Arching her regal neck, STYX erupted into a magnificent fit of flight – so beautiful she was as she carefully calculated those subtle steps, dancing almost maniacally through the sands that splayed and glittered around her. My Starchild, how content she looked at that very moment – the sea and the sand were her only sanctuary, the stars and the moon her only companionship. She longed for so much more, and there was so much more she was capable of! It bothers me to see her so alone, even though she basks pleasantly in the solitude that she was always surrounded with. There was so much more awaiting her! Always another chapter to write – but unfortunately, it had never been a fairytale for STYX, I can tell you that much. But those stars, you see? Those stars had so much more written for her…
The miles of stretched sand soon began to fade, and by this time, STYX was damp with a hot sweat – her nostrils pouring steam into the stale night air. She never faltered, though… even as sand turned to solid dirt. Closing her eyes, she continued to run… opening them to look for a moment at the stars that twinkled in quiet observation. She smiled, craning her neck for but a moment as her hindquarters barreled and she powerfully leapt to the skies. A lone sound of pleasure might have erupted from her lips, suddenly landing with a dull thud before she resumed tearing across whatever lay in her path. So beautiful she looked, dancing with the stars that surrounded her. She had never expected to stumble across the inhabited lands that she did. Rarely, if ever, did she bump into another equine… or any other mammal for that matter.
A rustle within the brush that surrounded her caused her to slide to an immediate halt, muscles taught with the anticipation of something to burst from the shadows. She stood, always prepared for fight or flight (depending on the situation, of course)… slinking nearer as it ceased movement. Moments later, a few birds fluttered from the entanglement of branches, disappearing into the night skies. With a harsh snort, she made her way to a barren pathway, worn from the passing of many others, I’m sure. An odd odor sought out her nostrils – others? Her pace quickened, eyes wide and ears alertly searching for the sound of another. A delicate breeze rustled through the foliage surrounding her, coiling about her muscular frame and tousling her forelock into her vision. Ahead was a clearing – swimming beneath the wading moonlight, and the dancing breeze beckoned her to press on. Slowing, she curiously gazed down into the valley.
Unfortunately, it was empty...
Much to her dismay, STYX found herself extremely disappointed. Stumbling rather clumsily down the grassy knoll, she meandered into the center of the area. What was this curiosity of finding another? Just someone, anyone! She could give a damn less if it was a half-ill squirrel scrambling for a tree across the way. But everything was silent… aside from the innocent chirping that echoed around her. Typically, it wasn’t like her to call for attention… but she was ready to see another face. Shifting her weight to her hindquarters, STYX launched her upper torso towards the sky. With her silhouette pressed against the darkness of night, a vociferous scream rattled from the depths of her chest, forelimbs flailing violently as she stumbled to maintain her balance. She looked rather uh… intimidating, to state the least… but would the attention that she was searching for be drawn? Her call ended… and she pummeled back to the earth. Tossing her head, STYX elevated a single forelimb… driving it viciously back into the terrain and dragging it backwards, only to do the movement over and over again. She continued to paw, dust and debris rising and surrounding her in an ominous, cloudy haze. As it settled, all was silent… even the cricket’s ceased their chatting. Heck, it was worth a shot, right?
And so, she stood… alone. It was no different than what she was accustomed to, nor did she expect anything else to come of it. I guess there was a sliver of hope for something else… something more. Breaking from her idle stance, STYX ambled towards a nearby oak tree. Heaving her weight into the base of its trunk, she slouched in some sort of defeated slumber. With her head hung, she closed those beautiful auburn eyes of hers – surrendering herself to a world made up entirely of her silk-woven thoughts; the enrapturing world of her ever lost dreams…
Sleep, my Starchild...