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<blockquote data-quote="melynxt" data-source="post: 2562247"><p>*a veluptuous young female human with long brown hair, approaches the thorn tree. Sandals of leather seem to scuff at the grass beneath them. A hand withdrawls a small folded parchment from a pocket of her breeches. The woman unfolds the parchment with slow care, hair wafts into her eyes, but goes without notice. She searches for a small unoccupied thorn, and peirces the top of the parchment, shortly after. Turning slowly, the woman seems uncertain of her very footsteps, as she departs. The parchment flutters slightly, in a variant breeze, before coming to rest upon it's final destination..a thorn.*</p><p></p><p></p><p>*it seems to be written in a caligraphy styled common, with an ink that seems to contantly change from black to gold to black to silver, to black once again. At the bottom, a simple "M" is scrawled*</p><p></p><p>*the parchment reads as follows:*</p><p></p><p>~The Storm</p><p></p><p>Black clouds forming</p><p>the air grows still</p><p>thunder claps </p><p>sunlight killed</p><p>the rain it falls</p><p>she walks barefoot</p><p>stumbles</p><p>crawls forward still</p><p>her past grabbing her ankles</p><p>pulling her back again</p><p>she cries out </p><p>but no sound is heard</p><p>claws at the mud</p><p>fights and struggles free</p><p>it lets her go</p><p>but not with out a cost</p><p>you see</p><p>her heart lays broken</p><p>slumped, in the rain</p><p>tears fall from the sky</p><p>but all of them</p><p>in vain</p><p>cradles it like a child</p><p>wounded from a fall</p><p>it breaks in tiny peices</p><p>unrecognizable at all</p><p>tears flooding her eyes</p><p>she backs away in horror</p><p>scrambles to her feet</p><p>and searches for the door</p><p>she wants out</p><p>the key is in your hand</p><p>her life ticks away</p><p>like so many grains of sand</p><p>collapses to the ground</p><p>in a small cold puddle</p><p>her pain screams out</p><p>her wish has been granted</p><p>she falls limp </p><p>a chilled breeze stirs</p><p>future...unknown.</p><p></p><p> M~</p><p></p><p>*the ink seems to have been smudged a bit in the processes of writing. A slight scent of jasmine and lavender could be noticed, on the parchment itself.*</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="melynxt, post: 2562247"] *a veluptuous young female human with long brown hair, approaches the thorn tree. Sandals of leather seem to scuff at the grass beneath them. A hand withdrawls a small folded parchment from a pocket of her breeches. The woman unfolds the parchment with slow care, hair wafts into her eyes, but goes without notice. She searches for a small unoccupied thorn, and peirces the top of the parchment, shortly after. Turning slowly, the woman seems uncertain of her very footsteps, as she departs. The parchment flutters slightly, in a variant breeze, before coming to rest upon it's final destination..a thorn.* *it seems to be written in a caligraphy styled common, with an ink that seems to contantly change from black to gold to black to silver, to black once again. At the bottom, a simple "M" is scrawled* *the parchment reads as follows:* ~The Storm Black clouds forming the air grows still thunder claps sunlight killed the rain it falls she walks barefoot stumbles crawls forward still her past grabbing her ankles pulling her back again she cries out but no sound is heard claws at the mud fights and struggles free it lets her go but not with out a cost you see her heart lays broken slumped, in the rain tears fall from the sky but all of them in vain cradles it like a child wounded from a fall it breaks in tiny peices unrecognizable at all tears flooding her eyes she backs away in horror scrambles to her feet and searches for the door she wants out the key is in your hand her life ticks away like so many grains of sand collapses to the ground in a small cold puddle her pain screams out her wish has been granted she falls limp a chilled breeze stirs future...unknown. M~ *the ink seems to have been smudged a bit in the processes of writing. A slight scent of jasmine and lavender could be noticed, on the parchment itself.* [/QUOTE]
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