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 To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes
Makes it So Hard Not to Cry
Spectral paws glide with a graceful silence that was not daunting, but somehow manages to capture One's fascination with rapt attention. As if this Gypsy girl's very Aura pulsed with a breath of mysticism and a taste of the Otherworldly.
She is tall and willowy, carried upon sterling dipped spires that have ghosted every inch of this landscape. I have taversed every high rich and deep basin. Every forest and swamp and meadow. Everything is New and Different. But it all feels the same. I can feel the Spirits of the Dead, the very vibrations of their bones buried by layers of Soil and Ash and the catastrophic devastation of the Past as it bled up through the roots to tingle through my paw pads. On more then one occassion I had heard the pining Wails of some phantom in the night. Inexplicable sounds that left one to Ponder how many Lost Souls still roamed these Hills. Either unable to find the Light or still searching for the Ones they left behind....
Everything looked different. But even after everything that has changed, I can still recognize the crystaline waters that had once been my Mother's Natural Healing Springs. Long ago, it had been little more then a slight spray of water that trickled out from the face of the rock walls her her glacial grotto, but now after the Cataclysms and the mountains of Olde came crumbling down, the Spring was freed further, now providing pristine drinking water for what creatures roamed in the crater basin.
Amethyst eyes watch the small creek's path, following along it's bank until I come to settle upon a shoal of stones near the water's edge. I stare down at my own reflection, heart-shaped cameo paints a sugar-spun portait with smokey lids and daydreamer's eyes; illuminating a light amethyst glow, Eyes that are gentle. Eyes that See so much, Eyes that seem so deep and lovely... yet sad. Tapered muzzle tips towards the glossy surface, raspberry tip causing a ripple to distort the vision gazing back at me.
A clatter of stone catches at the sensitive lining of my ears and I look up with a start as a stone is tossed across the ground near my paws. Tiara tilts upon it's axis, glancing down the trail towards the cascading falls where a a russet and charcoal wolf came meandering along the banks.
"...Hello..." I say, the words dripping fluidly from my lips. Easy, natural, without thought or reservation. There was not much that could frighten me or set me on edge anymore. Not after everything I have already seen. These days I simply take things as they come. Lips curve into a delicate yet potent smile, plume dancing idly againt the ground as cryptic gaze looked him over curiously.
Gypsy Rose * Black Magic Woman * 3 Years Wandering * Cast A Spell On Jehu * Mesmerized by None
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