Post by Dianna on Feb 9, 2008 6:37:06 GMT -5
Dianna enjoyed her homeland. There was nothing she feared in it. She did not fear the wrath of other women, the thought of death or even the wrath of the gods. She knew she lived to please them, and she did all in her power to complete all the tasks before her. Never, once failing. She was sturdy on her feet, a swift runner and a keen tracker. She was a soldier of Lesbos, and a good one at that. All her life she had worked towards improving her skills, and each skill she gained was yet another favour won in the eyes of her gods. She desired what all great people desired, that her name be remembered ages after she left the earth. She willed not to be remembered by the name of the god, but by her persistence and consistency in succeeding all her goals. She did not think herself immortal like many, an she admired the women of higher status above her.
As the clouds swept across the lands of Lesbos and the liquid crystals fell from the sky, and the ground became a muddy sty in which all the servants grumbled and groaned over a figure in the distance emerged from the dark caverns of the trees. Drifting upon a golden stallion of immaculate colour, was the young warrior Diana. Leaning into the strides of her great buckskin, Zeus, as well as riding him without a heavy saddle of leather, they became as one. They soared across the open fields, mud flying from Zeus’s hooves. Steam flying from his flaring nostrils, all at the same time as the rain pelting down upon them.
They flew into the court without a moment to spare, both of them equally soaked. The heat radiated off the horse, as he came to a stop and stood at a still allowing his companion to propel herself to the ground. Dianna lifted the reins over the horse’s lowered head, and began leading him to an under-cover area, where she would proceed to cry him off. She loved this horse, like he was her own brother. She worshipped him as equally as the gods that had gifted him to her. She could tolerate people making fun of her, however when it came to insulting her horse, that infuriated her.
A young servant, who Dianna recognised to be as one of her friend’s sons, came rushing to her carrying a load of dry clothes and towels. Dianna took two of the towels but left the clothes with the young man before he disappeared back into the main house. She dried off the water on her face, and her hair momentarily, and then furthered herself and Zeus to the stables. An empty stall, remained. It was a large stall and it was Zeus’s. Bedded with clean straw and sand.
The horse rapidly moved in there as soon as Dianna let his reins go. The horse enjoyed going out, however he also enjoyed being welcomed home to a clean and warm stall, and being pampered. Such a horse, could have been thought to be a human. Dianna stood in the isle for the moment drying herself off, flinging any mud off her exposed skin.
As the clouds swept across the lands of Lesbos and the liquid crystals fell from the sky, and the ground became a muddy sty in which all the servants grumbled and groaned over a figure in the distance emerged from the dark caverns of the trees. Drifting upon a golden stallion of immaculate colour, was the young warrior Diana. Leaning into the strides of her great buckskin, Zeus, as well as riding him without a heavy saddle of leather, they became as one. They soared across the open fields, mud flying from Zeus’s hooves. Steam flying from his flaring nostrils, all at the same time as the rain pelting down upon them.
They flew into the court without a moment to spare, both of them equally soaked. The heat radiated off the horse, as he came to a stop and stood at a still allowing his companion to propel herself to the ground. Dianna lifted the reins over the horse’s lowered head, and began leading him to an under-cover area, where she would proceed to cry him off. She loved this horse, like he was her own brother. She worshipped him as equally as the gods that had gifted him to her. She could tolerate people making fun of her, however when it came to insulting her horse, that infuriated her.
A young servant, who Dianna recognised to be as one of her friend’s sons, came rushing to her carrying a load of dry clothes and towels. Dianna took two of the towels but left the clothes with the young man before he disappeared back into the main house. She dried off the water on her face, and her hair momentarily, and then furthered herself and Zeus to the stables. An empty stall, remained. It was a large stall and it was Zeus’s. Bedded with clean straw and sand.
The horse rapidly moved in there as soon as Dianna let his reins go. The horse enjoyed going out, however he also enjoyed being welcomed home to a clean and warm stall, and being pampered. Such a horse, could have been thought to be a human. Dianna stood in the isle for the moment drying herself off, flinging any mud off her exposed skin.
