Post by Arianna on Aug 13, 2005 20:48:18 GMT
Light streaked across the horizon, trees and animals alike awakening to dawn and the sun. The light spread, stretched upwards, radiating a golden glow of heat that warmed even the coldest of places, if only for a few hours before falling to die again. Beautiful was the planet, always softly basking in the sun or looking serene in the moonlight, and beautiful was the Goddess of the planet, the Goddess of plant and tree, animal and monster.
Arianna's people arose with the strength of that mighty sun, and soon prayers began to bombard the Goddess, causing her to tap gold green nails upon her great throne. One hand reached up to cradle her delicate face, from which emerald eyes blazed in a frame of pale skin and golden brown hair. Threaded through her hair was a crown of leaves, leaves which had been dipped in gold and showered in emeralds, as was her hair showered with the very same emeralds.
A sigh emitted from the Goddess' delicate mouth and she rose from the throne, moving forth with the predatory, seductive grace only one thousands of years old would know. Her body was wrapped in green vines, a dress so tight that there was no mistaking how shapely the figure beneath the clothing was. Bands of gold encircled both her biceps, emeralds hanging from both bands to click lightly as the bored Goddess walked. She raised her hands high over her head, the one prayer that had gathered her attention ready to be answered.
A famine had spread, taking the best crops as the sun grew its most heated in summer. The many who worshipped her prayed for one thing or another, but the general idea was prosperity in their crops and their gardens. That she could, and would give her followers, for her fellow gods would assume she was either a lesser power, or a neglecter of duties, neither of which described fair Arianna. Her eyes blazed, her skin glowed, and from it all she heard the innocent chirping of birds far below turn into frightened flight as vines, flowers, trees, and crops suddenly grew, twining around eachother, reaching for the sun and for the mother of their creation. "There, my children, there is your food," the Goddess murmured, watching her followers rejoice in the morning sun. "Enjoy it, for next time I war with my rivals, plants will turn to dust and flowers with shrivel." She laughed then, a light, cheerful laugh, so sweet it had to be fattening for whoever heard such a joyous, beautiful laugh.
Arianna's people arose with the strength of that mighty sun, and soon prayers began to bombard the Goddess, causing her to tap gold green nails upon her great throne. One hand reached up to cradle her delicate face, from which emerald eyes blazed in a frame of pale skin and golden brown hair. Threaded through her hair was a crown of leaves, leaves which had been dipped in gold and showered in emeralds, as was her hair showered with the very same emeralds.
A sigh emitted from the Goddess' delicate mouth and she rose from the throne, moving forth with the predatory, seductive grace only one thousands of years old would know. Her body was wrapped in green vines, a dress so tight that there was no mistaking how shapely the figure beneath the clothing was. Bands of gold encircled both her biceps, emeralds hanging from both bands to click lightly as the bored Goddess walked. She raised her hands high over her head, the one prayer that had gathered her attention ready to be answered.
A famine had spread, taking the best crops as the sun grew its most heated in summer. The many who worshipped her prayed for one thing or another, but the general idea was prosperity in their crops and their gardens. That she could, and would give her followers, for her fellow gods would assume she was either a lesser power, or a neglecter of duties, neither of which described fair Arianna. Her eyes blazed, her skin glowed, and from it all she heard the innocent chirping of birds far below turn into frightened flight as vines, flowers, trees, and crops suddenly grew, twining around eachother, reaching for the sun and for the mother of their creation. "There, my children, there is your food," the Goddess murmured, watching her followers rejoice in the morning sun. "Enjoy it, for next time I war with my rivals, plants will turn to dust and flowers with shrivel." She laughed then, a light, cheerful laugh, so sweet it had to be fattening for whoever heard such a joyous, beautiful laugh.
