Post by »Å∟ε¡gα« on Feb 25, 2007 11:00:59 GMT -5
Golden rays shown through the horizon, of a long winter day. Morning birds gracefully played, as if any other day of the week. Butterflies wraped warmly in their cacoons, awaiting to break free. Ants worked on their ant hills; keeping the clean, finding food, and doing many more daily chores. But one more creature emerged from over the horizon.
Blue eyes of beauty, with a pure white banner waving behind her. A mane also moved with her banner, and too was pure white. Her legs moved into a trot as she moved at that pace.
She turned to a halt as she watched the creature. They flew around her buzzing and swooping. But she was not pleased with their acts. She reared with anger for these creatures. She didn't like being bothered in the wake of the morning.
As of her beauty and grace, she had a name. She was called upon the name of Miska; dark, mist.
She watched up upon the clouds, which moved at their slow rate, following the earth. As the earth rotated so did everything else. But it wasn't noticable.