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A full moon had passed the land since she had been taken in for intensive care by the Dahlian's and now that the woman was on the route to being nutritionally balanced she took it upon herself to explore these lands and familiarize herself with it. The weight she had gained in her nurturing clung warmly to her sides, shallowly outlining her voluptuous figure that had started to hug her frame once more. As usual the pinto lady strolled across the landscape carrying a hip swinging flair accompanied with her beloved cigarette, and a contempt smile played up her beautiful face at the intoxicating fumes that soothed her thoughts. Casually flicking her shimmering scarlet hair back over her shoulder she glanced back to catch if there was anyone on her heels.
But alas she was alone, and the assumption it would be another solitary day sitting under the shaded trees that bore no more green flares and admiring the beautiful ivory blanketed landscape bubbled up in her mind. In search of her vision her feet lead her to not just one tree but a whole forest of fruitless saplings and it appeared to her that they were gathered in discussion about the terrible weather.
She weaved in and out of the remnants of the dead forest with her radiant beauty shimmering in the morning sunlight, a split fracture of light that crept through the tree branches hit off her caramel tanned fur bursting and shattering off into a spectrum of a thousand tiny hues.
The goddess raised her petite head to the sound of nature and let a siren voice ring out '' I'm going away for a while, but I'll be back don't try to follow me. But I'll returns as soon as possible. You see I'm trying to find my place but it might not be here where I feel safe." it wasn't long before the lyrics had consumed her, and her expression multitasked throughout her body; she flowed through fine ballet steps, her soul being one with the earth, wind fire and water in a conquest to keep up with the rhythm and sound in her mind. In her passionate sequence she had not realised how loud her voice echoed perfectly off the trees, or those who may hear it "Cos I'm just one of those ghosts, travelling endlessly..... don't need no roads, in fact they follow me, and we all run in circles" and flung herself into a gracious twirl, the woman's body moving freely and without ailment - crimson locks shimmered a thousand rubies as they twirled freely around her silhouette, and the morning light formed a wispy outline around her enhancing her movement as she continued, oblivious to who or what may be observing her.
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