Ramblings

If it was only so


"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain

Devils Walk


I've ridden the the devils walk,fire licking at the saddle bags,something few live to tell about as I wouldn't be now accept, for her.

When first I saw her she was shimmering light,silver gray hair framed a face of angelic devil may care adousity.Eyes of screaming blue stared contemtuoslly.Lips pouted seductivly. Breasts unencumbered by any covering.Save for where the leather straps that held her tartan skirt, crossed the breast bone.

She was niether embrassed nor arrogant of her appearance though her upturned nipples showed arrousal.Legs I first thought to thin,rippled with muscle as she stood from the crouched stance she had assumed upon my arrival.The shimmer of silver that had outlined her subsided and now only danced around her hair like flame.

She spoke in a voice of velvet, which in it's smoothness commanded respect.

"Rider of the outland what do you here?"

"The maze has befuddled my mind, Lady,Forgive me if I stare, for beauty such as yours my eyes have never beheld and my mind can not comprehend."

"“What you seek outlander lies beyond where those that go do not return. If you go alone you perish, surely. I knew some day you would come as your father came. Before he fell to the devils walk it was his son he spoke of. Though just a child I was, his stories live with in my mind for he taught my people these things with the mind to see."”

"“I thankyou for the kind words of my father, for we knew not what became of him. There are few of us left in the outland and water is less than our number. The rains ceased after the destruction that occurred before my fathers fathers days. The secret I must find or ours are doomed. With your power of the silver fire, lady, will you ride with me. If so I welcome your company in a place I know little of, if not I must go on as is my mission. If you wish I shall leave you with my name, it is that by which we once knew the water it is River they call me. Of the mountain clan."”

“"The graciousness you have shown River I return, I am named Cellissa of the silver fires of eternity of the land unknown. Since the destruction we have feared the outlanders for theirs was a ruthless meanness, but your father left us truth that in the outlands’ strength born of meanness was a necessity. For in the heart of your father was tenderness not to be shown, save for those he loved. I command a small portion of the silver fire powers no more have I learned. My powers are yours if you wish, I shall ride with you through the devil walk for there I feel my destiny lies. Will you teach of your machine if I so attend you?"”

“"With pleasure my lady, for now we must be on our way."”

With those words still hanging in the dank air, River lent her a hand as she snuggled in behind him on the two wheeled killer of the outland. The machine roared to life River heard a small squeal from Cellissa as the silver fire danced above their heads. He snapped it in gear and they thundered down the stone ramp back into the burning light of the outland.



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