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Posted by Badra on December 29, 2008, 5:55 pm
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Dances down a large path
She whispers out
Never heard of before
She shines in darkness
And suddenly, vanishes
Something in the shade of light played down the spring break. Silver and snow were clashing together within a dormitory of ebonite hooves. Strides were long, graceful like they belonged to just this place. It were so few things in this world that would make this equine happy. She noticed a butterfly and suddenly you could see it, a large grin upon her lips. Yes that was her, silly as a young foal but so mature it was confusing. She tapped down the road of a large plain with ease, no hesitation and no caution. But somehow she kept a distance to anything small, like the forest for example. Her dark eyes looked at the forest and suddenly, she started to quiver. Maybe this was why she was so easily made into a fool? Perhaps, she didn’t know truly yet. Snort slipped from flares of silver shading and again, strides moved. With tail held up high, proud to be the breed she was our heroin made her way to the new land now to be her home. She looked across the stretching of each passing ocean, how it thrived in its presence, kissed the sand banks and enjoyed being, home? Eyes of ebonite watched the whole scene, paralyzed by the beauty, well until a butterfly entered her eyesight, see what happens now?
”BUTTERFLY! Wait for me! I want to play! No you have to wait you fool? No I don’t, yes you do. No! You can’t make me!” ” Her tongue poked out but to who? Well shall we introduce you to our little fool? Well of course, I will give you a hint. Moon. Don’t get it do you? Well of course not, it ain’t that easy after all. But, actually it is. Her name is Badra, it means moon in Arabic which is where she comes from. A far, far away place yeah? But that’s not the problem, she seems to have a two sided personality yes? Wrong! She just talks with herself, done it since she was small. You will hear her soon though. Cry for her mother, no, not crying. Cry out for her mother! Yes that is correct. She has not surpassed her thinking that she was the one who made her mother commit suicide, but don’t tell her, she’ll just say you’re a liar and don’t know her and then run some place to play with someone else. Sadness? She can’t feel it, pissed off? She has never been it. Confusing right? Well Badra was never a normal child either and you should thank god for it. Only that, she made her whole family commit suicide and then she was kicked out of the herd. Poor thing, she doesn’t even remember it, so what should you do? Don’t ask me.
Scattered down the plain hill she pranced around playing with the so called butterfly. This was though just an illusion by the water. Oh yes, her true being would perhaps be water. Quiet beautiful, majestic but mysterious which fitted our little princess quiet perfect. You can not know what she will do, believe me. One time she chit chatted without any wonder, of course with herself and suddenly it appeared. An ugly ghost, many would run or tell them off. You know what she did? She got amazed, I’m not kidding. She reaches out, bombards anyone with several questions, jumps up and down like a child but still, has that proud gesture. It’s so comical to look at but no one pities her, there is nothing to pity either. But even with that our little princess prances around. Her body telling how she has fun while eyes of ebonite sparkles at the illusion, which soon enough fades of course. And what happens when it does? This happens. ”Butterfly went bye, bye? But what about Badra? No one cares about Badra, yes they do! No they don’t! How do you know? Because I am everyone and no one? That isn’t possible? Want to try? No. Then shut up! No! Foolish little princess. I know, ain’t I cute? Oh, everything about you is cute. See? We agree. It was sarcasm, no it wasn’t. Yes it was, fine! Good.”
Well, this was, an overall conversation she had, but then again one can never have a true normal conversation with our little princess. So want a little heads up on her? Well of course, it will be my pleasure. You see our beauty stands sixteen hands in the air, her coat is silver shaded but is truly of snow white. Her eyes include a dark shade of ebonite while her hooves are scattered with true dark silver. She has the beautiful Arabian looks, wide flares, bowed arche and elegant moves like a dancer only that, she can’t dance. Weird huh? Ever since little she had never known what dancing is, instead she prances. Moves elegantly and plays but there is no dancing like magic. But of course, if someone would want to teach her how to dance, she would probably stalk them for life telling them they are her lovers. How many lovers can she have? Don’t as her, she will probably say endlessly, player like kind of mare? No, she’s not like that at all, instead she has fun, prances around in the banks of sand trying to catch the water’s spray but she can never catch it, why? It’s the sun’s and water’s illusion again, do you think she cares? Not at all.
Dances down a large path
She whispers out
Never heard of before
She shines in darkness
And suddenly, vanishes
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