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Imladris · 03-10-2005, 11:16 PM

Arshalous wrapped her cloak tightly around her as she leaned against a courtyard pillar. The chill wind embraced her, twirled her silver-flecked raven hair, whispered secrets in her ear.

Her once green grasslands were desolate and brown, her vineyards, which had stretched across the land like a rolling sea, were shriveled skeletal sticks -- a mere wasteland.

The stables no longer smelled pleasantly of hay and horse for the animals had all been sold because of the poor harvests. The servants had been let go...only Semra remained.

Dust plumed upon the road, the tramp of boots chanted through the air. Arshalous cringed and ducked inside, locking the door behind her. She didn't want to see their hideous leering faces, yellowed fangs dripping with spittle...she shuddered, wondering how on earth such creatures ever came to welcomed into Pashtia. Goddess help them....

And she wept....wept for what had faded, what had been destroyed, wept for the name that she was no longer allowed to speak...

03-10-2005, 11:16 PM	#11
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	Arshalous wrapped her cloak tightly around her as she leaned against a courtyard pillar. The chill wind embraced her, twirled her silver-flecked raven hair, whispered secrets in her ear. Her once green grasslands were desolate and brown, her vineyards, which had stretched across the land like a rolling sea, were shriveled skeletal sticks -- a mere wasteland. The stables no longer smelled pleasantly of hay and horse for the animals had all been sold because of the poor harvests. The servants had been let go...only Semra remained. Dust plumed upon the road, the tramp of boots chanted through the air. Arshalous cringed and ducked inside, locking the door behind her. She didn't want to see their hideous leering faces, yellowed fangs dripping with spittle...she shuddered, wondering how on earth such creatures ever came to welcomed into Pashtia. Goddess help them.... And she wept....wept for what had faded, what had been destroyed, wept for the name that she was no longer allowed to speak...