Enigma
Spring ever had become a season of temptation and life, a moment to remind that perhaps it was worth opening her eyes again to the sun, to the sky.
To open her spirit to the heat and the sensations long since denied. So long has she remained the Enigma, keeping near every emotion locked away save for the moments when she would give a part of herself out in gentle offering.
Beltane had nearly broken her. For a moment she felt as if her very soul had shattered and scattered into a million pieces. Those pieces spreading so vast out in every direction to touch upon the presence of those that she had known so well and had come to care for.
Finding the Rain Dancer again had left the nature of her spirit to overflow until for once in such a very long time the Egyptian broke down and allowed for a weakness, for the pain to be seen however briefly. It had been so long since their last moments together and the gunslinger?s return had meant everything to her. Everything she needed to start that path in healing once more.
Dreamcatcher
The Rain Dancer had claimed her as the dreamcatcher, to take away the shadows and bring back the light? to chase away the nightmares and the demons. Truth was on her tongue that for the Egyptian, the Rain Dancer had always been the same for her.
New moments, new choices, new directions had been taken. A Hunter would bind himself in unbreakable bonds that left the Egyptian to remember everything and every day, looking upon life once more in a new dawning light.
The touch of the fetish trinket in her hair of the Raven feather bound and corded with black silk, a bit of golden cat eye glistening against the fiery amber burn of the flawless gem joining in that grouped possession. All so significant were those trinkets in the fetish charm worn, as significant to her as the mask of Bast she would wear.
Sphinx
Her body lifted from its knelt worship in the desert dirt of Ghost Town, feeling again the sun glisten across her flesh and invoking the desert heat that was always hers to claim. Molten golds would close as images flashed behind her lids of the Guardian, the Nameless, the Hypnotist?
The Desert Born Kindred, the Northern Born, and of the Gunslinger.
When she opened her eyes again she found the autumn leaf that she had taken with her from the duel. A secret of a smile upon her lips as she remembered the beauty of a garden meant to be savage, meant to be wild. The garden had awakened something within her spirit, had called out to her power that was not just the black dark of the Egyptian lioness? that panther of her soul, and was not just of the Egyptian?s desert heat? it called to everything that was a part of Ba?shara herself. The garden had reminded her again of the unity within that duality. The garden had reminded her that there were others that shared in the breath of life that was the elements within them.
To speak to the one that had brought the garden in bloom had been her nature, her whim even as in the art of the dueling dance their eyes had met in a way of awareness. Surely he had tasted and sensed the heat of the desert sun awakening its warmth in the life giving ways.
Spring ever had become a season of temptation and life, a moment to remind that perhaps it was worth opening her eyes again to the sun, to the sky.
To open her spirit to the heat and the sensations long since denied. So long has she remained the Enigma, keeping near every emotion locked away save for the moments when she would give a part of herself out in gentle offering.
Beltane had nearly broken her. For a moment she felt as if her very soul had shattered and scattered into a million pieces. Those pieces spreading so vast out in every direction to touch upon the presence of those that she had known so well and had come to care for.
Finding the Rain Dancer again had left the nature of her spirit to overflow until for once in such a very long time the Egyptian broke down and allowed for a weakness, for the pain to be seen however briefly. It had been so long since their last moments together and the gunslinger?s return had meant everything to her. Everything she needed to start that path in healing once more.
Dreamcatcher
The Rain Dancer had claimed her as the dreamcatcher, to take away the shadows and bring back the light? to chase away the nightmares and the demons. Truth was on her tongue that for the Egyptian, the Rain Dancer had always been the same for her.
New moments, new choices, new directions had been taken. A Hunter would bind himself in unbreakable bonds that left the Egyptian to remember everything and every day, looking upon life once more in a new dawning light.
The touch of the fetish trinket in her hair of the Raven feather bound and corded with black silk, a bit of golden cat eye glistening against the fiery amber burn of the flawless gem joining in that grouped possession. All so significant were those trinkets in the fetish charm worn, as significant to her as the mask of Bast she would wear.
Sphinx
Her body lifted from its knelt worship in the desert dirt of Ghost Town, feeling again the sun glisten across her flesh and invoking the desert heat that was always hers to claim. Molten golds would close as images flashed behind her lids of the Guardian, the Nameless, the Hypnotist?
The Desert Born Kindred, the Northern Born, and of the Gunslinger.
When she opened her eyes again she found the autumn leaf that she had taken with her from the duel. A secret of a smile upon her lips as she remembered the beauty of a garden meant to be savage, meant to be wild. The garden had awakened something within her spirit, had called out to her power that was not just the black dark of the Egyptian lioness? that panther of her soul, and was not just of the Egyptian?s desert heat? it called to everything that was a part of Ba?shara herself. The garden had reminded her again of the unity within that duality. The garden had reminded her that there were others that shared in the breath of life that was the elements within them.
To speak to the one that had brought the garden in bloom had been her nature, her whim even as in the art of the dueling dance their eyes had met in a way of awareness. Surely he had tasted and sensed the heat of the desert sun awakening its warmth in the life giving ways.