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Date Posted: 19:55:31 06/28/03 Sat
Author: Exist
Subject: Return of a Warrior...
x. And so she returned upon the wind, her scent gently mingling with the zephyr that floated lethargically past. Her cadence was soft, measure and careful. She had not seen the one she called Treasure for a while now. Exist was back now, ready and waiting for any thing that she may jump upon. An unsuspecting Light? She not had her fill of fighting at Overcast, yes she had clashed with the famed, The Shining, yes she had fought the one called Imperfect Soul. But this bored her, and so she came back. She had been to Ecylpse, resided in the Syric Hollow and met with her old friends. Visions of Regicide and Lirael danced upon her mind. She had met new friends; Noxious, Fane, Kalidra, Icarus, Roja, Shastih. She had met the infamous descendent of U.S. Valiente, Prevail, she had spoken with Voltaire and Balrog. But again, it wavered on the brink of tediousness. She had greatly advanced in her skills of the pugnacious kind. She had also advanced in her diplomatic and linguistic skills, she silently thanked Cruel for this. But she had not stayed long and she was restless, too much of her past haunted her there at those places. She could not run from it, she could not be free. There was no calming fortress for Exist, Icarus had stolen the last one. She did not know very well why this was, but somehow her inky tainted tallons had found their way here, back to this Hollow, Bloody Hollow.
She came bearing summons, waiting for them to be answered would come later. Her presence was mixed with sorrow, she had seen war now and she hated and loved it. The adrenaline that had flowed through her system, ah, she shuddered as she came again thinking of the rush of power. The din of war rang loudly in her lappets, she knew what it felt like now. Exist was the clock, she was the horse that’s presence meant time was running out. There was no tomorrow when she came. The war would be started now and she would call to those who would leader with her and for her. Pirate’s Treasure and Demon Cry, please report to the front desk. Yes, she was that boy standing in the hall. The one who walked with his head down and eyes painted an unconventional deep black. He ignored the stares and titters of the other classmates that passed him happily. He was not one of them, he did not fit in, he knew the end would come. He spoke out sometimes in class, telling his peers what he thought. But there is no justice in the petty world and he was only greeted with laughter and mocking, not the looks of awe that he should have gotten. Then when the end came they all turned to him, but he laughed coldly. It was his turn to pay them back now. His vision blurred but the last thing he saw and heard was his own cackling laughter and the screams of the other children. They would die a horrible death whereas he would not. He was better than them, he knew it well and he loved himself for it. He had waited for this day for so long and it had come, resilient at last. The light flooded his eyes but he did not turn away, rather he stared straight into it, a fear of blindness flickering across his mind for a moment. Then it dimmed and he was standing with his beloved friends. “Did you see the way they ran?” he laughed lighting. His voice had an eerie echoing quality in these cavernous halls bordered by welkin. The chortles of the people standing around him delighted his ears. He was home, at last.
The yellow orb's light cascaded down upon the drops of compacted gases. The liquid split the glow into a thousand different lights. It was prismatic and different colors shimmered across the glebe. Now her tassels shook with the rhythmic war drum beat of her hooves. The trees, angry and disturbed, glowered down upon the lands. Their leaves reached out into the light of the dawn, grasping the beautiful pinks and purples. Now she sped her movement up, a fast three beated pace and she passed faces she did not know, scents upon the wind she was not familiar with. The clouds sped across the welkin, fading in and out of vision but only to be replaced by hundreds more. They were hued a vivid absence against the brightly painted background. The birds awoke, sleepy but elated with her presence and so they sang to her hymn. She again pushed her obsidian fulcrums faster, the titaniums digging into the terra and pushing off it with each rotation of the bodice. Her whipcords were flying, glinting and reflecting back the light of the rising beast that signified beginning. The woodland animals raised their beautiful heads as she passed, each greeting her and praising her return. Why? She did not know, she did know that she was meant to stay upon the firm loam of the Bloody Hollow. Her azure eyes widened slightly and her hocks dug into the table beneath them. Her nares were closing and opening rapidly from the trip she had made. She reached her mug out a little further, it's velveteen surface came in contact with Treasure's. She spoke softly, hoping the leader would forgive her temporary absence .x
"Hello Treasure. I have returned to fight."
Answers to the name of Exist
Passing love notes to none
Blood sisters with Pirate's Treasure
Crying in the bathroom for Hypocrondiac
Imprisioned to 7 years
Teaching the alphabet to none
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Nice post.... -- Laiel, 15:30:35 06/29/03 Sun
Wish I could post back to it, but I'm short for time...
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Thank you.. -- Lain, 15:32:29 06/29/03 Sun
Actually I thought it was kind of bad. -reads it over and winces- My muse has left the building lol. Thats ok, just get back to me whenever you can.
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I can't get any replies can I? -- Lain, 22:58:06 06/29/03 Sun
lol -yawns- much too late to be up...
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^All that is gold does not glitter^ -- ^Pirate's Treasure^, 06:03:57 06/30/03 Mon
(OOC: Lol, honey, I'm just too much of a lazy bum to write back to you. I'm such a disgrace, lol.)
^A shadow in darkness.^
^Now, how can that be sensible? If it's dark, there is no light to cast shadows, for darkness is the absence of light. Yet, may the other darks amuse themselves. She turned to Exist, glad for her companion's return. The time was drawing close. Very close.^
^We are almost ready for war, and the big cats themselves are ready to launch a campaign. The only territory that shows any threat to us now is Midnight Grove, and presently, it has not grown into any kind of stronghold. It is simply a breeding ground for a load of foals. First, I am going to see if I can slide a spy into their midst. He is presently working their way into his trust, corrupting the foals. Once he is ready, we will attack.^
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x. I remember that .x -- Exist, 10:24:55 06/30/03 Mon
(No you're not! -pets-)
"I have seen war. I have seen war on land and sea. I have seen blood running from the wounded. I have sea the dead lying in the mud. I have seen cities destroyed. I have seen children starving. I have seen the agony of mother's and wives. I hate war."
-Roosevelt
x. The femme had reached her destination, and now looking into Treasure's eyes she was happy. She wanted to tell her, she wanted to speak to her about her horrible fight with Shaan, she'd gotten the best moves down then. She wanted to tell her about the intelligence war that she had with Fane, of course she lost. She wanted to tell her about when Lirael came back, yes she did see Lirael again, her love. Things had not worked out the way she wanted them to though, and so she has no real news to report. She was slightly piqued that the war could not be started now. She hated that, she was one to do things at the drop of a hat, if she wanted to fight she would walk out to the battle field and see if someone would accept her challenge. Everything in her world happened fast, even death I suppose, Exist would die quick, instantly, no pain would be involved. And where would she go after that? Ha, she would be taken from this worthless bag of skin and calcium that she was placed in. Yes, she was not truly equine, human actually. Maybe that was why she loved to fight and yet possessed no cunning. Yes, it would fit the human race. Although they may grasp beauty they are nothing. People that think they are strong, invincible, the lord of the universe. And yet they are not. They aren't even lord of their own planet, much less the solar system. All these things, these bipeds do is ruin the world around them. They are not mammals, they are a virus. Yes, they do not develop a natural equilibrium like the mammals do, they destroy and decimate then move on. It is a horrible thing that is plaguing the world. They only like to start wars with themselves. They cannot get along and must quarrel over petty differences, beliefs, borders, happenings. These things do not matter in the long run. Maybe they will be recorded in those idiotic things they call text books for others to learn about but that will be the extent. No one will care and if they do it is only because they are weak and cannot dwell on the present and not the past.
One of the many setbacks of the human race. Time. Time is only a concept, a security blanket for those that cannot grasp the void of order, the rampant chaos that is reality. If this species were more advanced we would have no need for time, nor would we be hindered by such things, there would be the present and only this. No need to set goals nor think ahead because then we would live for the moment and that moment only, thus freeing us from the cage we have subconsciously built for ourselves. The people cry for freedom, they pine for it and lust for it, only wanting that glittering mirage of an image that is the magnificent thing of freedom to be themselves. They express this wanting in different ways. The younger generation rebels against the authority figures in their lives. They dress either with very little clothes, as to attract the attention of the opposite sex, or they dress beguiled in chains. There is not much difference in these two social groups and yet they hate each other with a passion. Then, when you have two groups, there are always the ones who aren’t really either. Sadly those are the majority. They dress with little clothes but like the things that the chain wearers like. Why? You tell me, I cannot understand such a primitive race, they are beyond the throngs of reason. They are past this valley of paradise that we reside so happily in. And yet, she does not want to leave this equine form that flows with such grace that it astounds here. This delicate intricate working of flimsy looking marrow and calcium splints that are moved by stings of elastic. This weak cage of bone that encompasses so many vital things that make you move. It can all be destroyed so quickly. And yet, it is not. Why? Well if you really want to know you may find out and tell me.
The bruja looked on at the dawn of a new rising. Yes, this day would signify something big, she could feel it in the terra beneath her obsidian calloused nails. She shivered now, dew coating her skin, glittering like a million diamonds embedded in her thick swarthy pelt. She had traveled too long and now Exist shook herself, sending the diamonds flying into the air, crying as they fell to the earth from which they came. Her conditioned fulcrums hurt, ached with this new morning and her dial’s position lowered a fraction as she realized how very exhausted she was. But she would stay and speak with Treasure, she owed it to her. Now her fulcrums moved, shifting her immense weight from one pillar to the next. She shook her crest lightly, sending more water droplets cascading into the air. Her bleached tassles fell into a further disarray. Now her azure eyes locked with Treasure’s as they normally did in conversation .x
"You will be ready soon. The war will begin on this day. My presence is a summons for war. I will not wait much longer."
Answers to the name of Exist
Passing love notes to none
Blood sisters with Pirate's Treasure
Crying in the bathroom for Hypocrondiac, Lirael, Karida
Learning for 7 years
Teaching the alphabet to none
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