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Posted on February 14, 2013 at 08:23:23 AM by Chéri
Le Prix d'Amour C'est Seulement Amour The Price of Love is Simply Love Mon Dieu! This is truly a Most peculiar and fascinating landscape! Petite figure traces a gentile arc around the very outskirts of the massive crater that bowls into the Earth, delicate slippers leaving hardly a track in their wake so light and fleet o' foot are my ballerina steps. I glide with the utmost poise, tiara held light and loftily as I crane my slender neck over the precipace of the steep walls, evanescent pools of Heavenly light absorbing the panoramic view. The scars of the Land were still vivid and raw, despite the fact that Already Mother Earth seeks to reclaim that which is Hers, lovingly tending the wounded landscapes and painting over the gashes with a salve of fresh viridian grasses and ample groves of healthy trees. But such a massive blemish has never before been seen by these inquisitive cheshire eyes, and I find myself enthralled by the contradicting allure of this alien paradise. "C'est Magnifique!" pastel petals let slip the velveteen breath in my sultry Lover's accent. Tassel feathers the ground lightly behind me, flirting with the passing breeze as choose a path that seems to wind down into the interior of this unknown land, leisurely strolling but ever En Guard for what dangers may be present. The scent of Loupe is thick leaden in the air, and I pilfer the myriad of wolven scents with high hopes that something, Anything might register something familiar. But alas, nothing strikes a chord, and my heart sinks another notch lower... But I refuse to give up or give in. Somewhere out there, my Famille is out there. Surely we are not all lost angels... Surely at least some of my kindred survived the harsh winters and made the migration to better hunting grounds... My Husband was Strong. He could not have died with the Sickness that Claimed those we'd buried in the Mass graves... But it is a large and vast world, and I have traveled a great many, Many months in search of them. The path has long since grown brittle and stale, and it has been weeks since last I caught even a hair with which to track my people with. My optimism is slowly waning, like a candle's flame flickering in the stormy wind. Perhaps I am truly lost now... but if Lost I must stay, then at least perhaps I can take consolation in discovering such a fertile Garden of Eden in which to seek sanctuary, No? * Cherubin * Heaven is Nowhere * Cupid's Arrow Pierced By None * Soul Mates Forever With None * 
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