A description of Phoenix

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a description of Phoenix from her lover, Jaguar

Submitted: October 20, 2010

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I see a woman with the hair the color of gold. It was running down her back, almost to her knees, and it sparkled when she moved. I noticed that the falling leaves rustled in the wind, just like her hair. The sun that made her hair shimmer made the leaves turn a sparkling tan, almost gold but not quite the hue.
She was moving with grace, almost as if she were a dancer with the meadow acting as a background. She wore a dress, the fabric a blood red hue, with black and white swirling around her body like ribbons, as if she were a goddess reborn or a perfect stone carving. She wasn’t wearing shoes, but she had an amulet that had a phoenix on it and an insignia of some kind. I couldn’t see it well because it was too small and I was too far away. She had no weapons except a knife, and a sword lying on the ground.
She was moving swiftly, catching something out of the air and throwing it with surprising agility and force, as if she was used to being attacked. A man cried out suddenly, killed with his own poisoned arrow. She caught the bow and quiver and expertly nocked an arrow. I noticed she had graceful artist’s hands, her fingers long and slender.
She looked up at me and motioned. I turned around and saw hundreds of men coming towards me. I looked back at the woman but she was off fighting someone. I turned around and swung on a horse passing by. I hit the man on the horse in his nerves, and he quickly died. I stopped the horse, and watched the woman again. Her feet were flying. She was running towards me.
She jumped up on the horse and it started galloping. She asked me not to kill them unless I had to. She stared at the passerby, then balanced herself with her hands and pushed off the horse. She landed on his neck with one foot, kept her balance, and snapped his neck whilst standing on a galloping horse. I stared at this beautiful woman, wondering who she was and where she learned to fight with the fire of a million dragons, but I had no time to think about that because she had lost her balance and screamed “Catch me!”


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