Post by ~Regeneration~ on Feb 18, 2007 18:09:32 GMT -5
Some people see... but most do not
The piercing silence of the dangerous place was brought to an end when a screech split the air. A tall, bay femme wandered into the place of torment, her auds flicking back and forth to examine the lands she had graced with her pressence.
The daylight warmed the sands about her, and the air was filled with the scents of poison, injury, and death. The femme moved on, her auds dark as she glided on through the sandy place. Her lobes pricked to catch the sounds of this place, but she heard nothing.
The nuetral femme kept walking, her long pillars strecthing to eat the distance that kept her from her goal; a small pool where not a poison scent came from. She ignored the sharp shells that she stepped on. But her lobes flew back whenever she heard the shark crunch.
The femme finally made it to the pool and lowered her tiara to scent it. It was not poisoned. She drank in long gulps until her thirst was satisified and she looked about, her auds dull, and drops of silvery water dropped from her maw.
The femme sighed, and reproched herself severly. "You do not need anyone." She said to herself sternly, in a voice quite unlike most. She reared and let out a warning screech. For she was Revolution, and she wanted to be left alone.[/color]