Post by chidney on May 23, 2008 18:16:56 GMT -5
I am Arella;;
[/right]My sun-kissed mane,
My sun-kissed soul,
Tis pure, tis peace and unity
My golden bod
The clearest mind
Strong thinker, oldest one to the.
Listen to my singsong call
Like a bird upon a tree.
My ears hear every sound you make,
No matter how far away from the.
I reside in beach pure white
Only leaving if there tis spite.
My pillars gallop fast and long,
Endurance is my specialty.
Arella what I answer to
Only three do call my name
Immortals of this here vast realm.
The equine race, come back to me.[/i]
If you glance upon me;;
Her palomino hide glitters spectacularly in the sun that rises on her beach. She stands only 16hh, small compared to others, but her mind is strong and clever. A long white blaze painted down her crown, her mane a fascinating cream covers the whole of her neck, long and flowing. Her tail whips and dances in the light wind always breezing past her long stretch of sand. Her ears are always perked in happiness of the tranquility of the time that surrounds her. Her orbs are a stunning yellow, like a cats glinting in the darkest night. She would astound most equines with her beauty, but she hides away in her sacred beach, with the other Immortals not far away.
Mind Wanders;;
[/right]She knows that this forever sought after peace shall not last for very long. The decades that it has, have only been a lucky chance. She understands that her world is ruled by epidemics, and she accepts it. For now. She knows the sickness could not just be of natural causing. There is an animal, in her mind not equine, who spreads all sickness and dieses. She knows it is waiting for a time to strike, a time to rise. And she waits for it. Another epidemic shall not ruin this perfect world ruled by horse
Burden Amore;;
[/right]My heart belongs to Caradoc,
Though now he’s buried beneath the earth
Lost forever under the grass,
Only present in my heart.
Immortals get to live forever,
Have each other,
Trusting only in themselves,
But their down fall
Is when they lose another,
One so close and dear to me,
One beloved
Who loved me back.
Is Imorratality a curse or blessing?
It is a tie of my soul,
I get to live forever,
To watch and see the progressing peace,
But for whom?
How I wish he were a chosen one,
One to remain upon this earth,
To live so many lives
On this world.
He deserves as much as I.
He may not be so pure of heart
But are the others pure as I?
Not at all.
But they were chosen all the same,
Why they and not him?
His white bod,
Slightly taller than I,
So catchingly beautiful,
Much more perfection than I shall ever achieve.
Yet he loved me,
And he meant well.
I know he did.
Though his race was not so good,
Though evil pulsed through his veins,
He meant well.
For everyone.
I miss him so,
So much.
It has been so long since I have gazed upon him,
Listened to his side of the world,
The corners he projects into his life.
Why was he not chosen?
Why did he have to die?
Why?[/i]
Perceive My Figure;;
[/right]Coming Soon