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His name was unknown. His origin was unknown. Al that was known was that he had all of the answers–all of them.
They called him the Gladiator.
He was well-built, and appeared younger than he was. Not one would call him handsome, but he wore himself nobly. He was dressed in pure gold armor, off of which dangled rainbow feathers.Posted By Diana Fourall On 04.26.2012 @ 4:00 am
I wandered through the pastures as I do everyday, the thundering winds sweeping the grasses even harder than they usually did. I couldn’t help but wonder what the sunset was thinking this time, its ruby hues slowly separating night and day. As the moon began to peek over the horizon, I felt a sense of perfect balance, just as I always did during the wind-whipped pasture sunsets, gilded in ruby and topaz and–occasionally–by me, by the amethyst.Posted By Diana Fourall On 04.06.2012 @ 11:43 am