Gravity
(#3794654)
Level 1 Snapper
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.41 m
Wingspan
1.98 m
Weight
5221.75 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Crystal
Crystal
Obsidian
Shimmer
Shimmer
Obsidian
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Snapper
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
9
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Unnamed
- Jawlocker
- Thialle
- Chrono
- Bob
- Lotte
- Twilight
- Grintorse
- Ligia
- Tourmaline
- Kralkatorrik
- Rynzin
- Onyxia
- Obbi
- Unnamed
- Grape
- Fendel
- Wizardry
- Basalt
- Obsidian
- Aakkonen
- Winger
- Lyndel
- Deepspace
- Unnamed
- Umbra
- Labradorite
- HollyBlack
- Elemanzer
- Pyewacket
- Fade
- Xanis
- Darkling
- Gemstone
- Brutal
- Orion
- Yarrow
- Starlight
- Clarity
- Boolsa
- Seales
- Stogwen
Biography
Mildest of all the powers of earth: no lightnings
For her—maniacal in the clouds. No need for
Signs with their skull and crossbones, chain-link gates:
Danger! Keep Out! High Gravity! she’s friendlier.
Won’t nurse—unlike the magnetic powers—repugnance;
Would reconcile, draw close: her passion’s love.
No terrors lurking in her depths, like those
Bound in that buzzing strongbox of the atom,
Terrors that, lossened, turn the hills vesuvian,
Trace in cremation where the cities were.
No, she’s our quiet mother, sensible.
But therefore down-to-earth, not suffering
Fools who play fast and loose among the mountains,
Who fly in her face, or, drunken, clown on cornices.
She taught our ways of walking. Her affection
Adjusted the morning grass, the sands of summer
Until our soles fit snug in each, walk easy.
Holding her hand, we’re safe. Should that hand fail,
The atmosphere we breathe would turn hysterical,
Hiss with tornadoes, spinning us from earth
Into the cold unbreathable desolations.
Yet there—in fields of space—is where she shines,
Ring-mistress of the circus of the stars,
Their prancing carousels, their ferris wheels
Lit brilliant in celebration. Thanks to her
All’s gala in the galaxy.
-- Gravity
BY JOHN FREDERICK NIMS
For her—maniacal in the clouds. No need for
Signs with their skull and crossbones, chain-link gates:
Danger! Keep Out! High Gravity! she’s friendlier.
Won’t nurse—unlike the magnetic powers—repugnance;
Would reconcile, draw close: her passion’s love.
No terrors lurking in her depths, like those
Bound in that buzzing strongbox of the atom,
Terrors that, lossened, turn the hills vesuvian,
Trace in cremation where the cities were.
No, she’s our quiet mother, sensible.
But therefore down-to-earth, not suffering
Fools who play fast and loose among the mountains,
Who fly in her face, or, drunken, clown on cornices.
She taught our ways of walking. Her affection
Adjusted the morning grass, the sands of summer
Until our soles fit snug in each, walk easy.
Holding her hand, we’re safe. Should that hand fail,
The atmosphere we breathe would turn hysterical,
Hiss with tornadoes, spinning us from earth
Into the cold unbreathable desolations.
Yet there—in fields of space—is where she shines,
Ring-mistress of the circus of the stars,
Their prancing carousels, their ferris wheels
Lit brilliant in celebration. Thanks to her
All’s gala in the galaxy.
-- Gravity
BY JOHN FREDERICK NIMS
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