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Kismith
| Warmth
threads through your very being, caught in an interweaving of harmony that
wasn't there just moments before. The very core of your consciousness is
suddenly woven into a life, an Other, that makes you a part of his breath
and pulse and thoughts and ideas. It's him, isn't it, not necessarily subtle,
but with a myriad of textures and lines, his voice is a rumbly bass inside
your core.
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U'yn! I am Kismith! >>
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So we'll live
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales,
and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
talk of court news
-- King Lear, V, iii, Shakespeare
| He's
made for air and wind and sky, this one, solidly muscled from neck to tail,
and though not ungainly on the ground, his frame hints at greater airborne
grace in his deep chest and slightly angled wings. Bright near-gold notes,
glints of light green-bronze, warm and coppery middle hues, still more
darker antique bronze, and weathered bronze so dark it's nearly a leathery
brown-black: all are woven in a tapestry of harmony across his hide; one
predominates in places -- near-gold brass blends seamlessly with warm coppery
bronze at his face and neck, shadowed by antique bronze at both eyeridges
and headknobs. Bars of green-bronze shine at his shoulders, trailing back
and fading into darker hues before returning again at his flanks and tail,
rising and falling into a fascinating blend, indicative of calm warmth
that is belied only by his sheer joy of motion. |
Thanks to Yashira
for the PsychoFlowerBoy Pattern and Titlebars, too!
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