<font color=darkred><b>�..Darkness..�</b></font> -- The Pasture

Say what you want about good and evil.Say it is not real.Say it is the very reason we live.What ever.Its your pick.We all think,look,act and see different.Some belive they were god's gift to mares.They strut around wisking thier whip behind them.Others stalk around angrily.Have you noticed that some horses have a grand entrance?Or that some idiots rear right infront of the equine they were speakign with?Bloody idiots.Who was the fool who pawed at the ground..right in front of a mare who gave birth to a beautiful filly a few moments before?Black Love.Where was he now?Gone.Wonder why?Dont we will just say he was taken care of.The air was chilly and those with thin coats were suffering right now.Fluffy white frozen rain fell from the sky.Piling onto of its brother on the loam.Most equine stood together.Shetan didnt.His lands were far from here.So very much so.Was he lost?No.Lets get over to him for now.Shetan stood off a few feet from a mighty pine tree.Its shady green spikes spouting from the branches.The thick smell almost made him miss the scent of mares.Some stallions wanted a nice..no a beautiful mare to have in a herd.To make everyoen in thier harem nice and glossy arabians.Screw them.Everyone in his herd was there for a reason.Thier personality.Shetan is not a huge stallion but leaves arabians feelign like ponys.His 17.1 frame was coated in ebony.The tar hue was untainted with white or any other paint.His mane was long but not so long that it made it hard for him to move and get around.Shetan is a fighter.A few scars here and there.He minded them not even slightly.His towers are triangular,much like an arabs.As well as his tappered crown.He held quite a few arabian blood traits.A high crest a deap chest and of corse his tea cup muzzle.But so many other blood flowed in his lines.Shire,TB,Friesian.Having no Gypsy Vanner in him he could not say he had feathers.But the ends of his legs had longer tuffs of hair growing around his hooves.He moved easily.Such an effortless grace.Like a bug zapper.It drew in those bugs so quickly.They had no chance.Not everyoen wanted a knight in shinning armor.Not alot got them.Shetan was no knight.But he did not brag or boast that he was evil.If he was mad they would fid out soon enough.Why was he evil?No big reason.He was raised to be.He enjoyed it.It was him.This was not his homelands.Eqitopia was.So why was he here?One reason.Well maybe more.If you counted soem mares.He was here for war.Alliances to add to his already bane league "Soul Theives" .They could not be stoped.Shetan snorted harshly as a smokey roan darted past him.He jered to the side so not to get run over.Turnign his skull his towers flciked forward.He let out a loud "Watch where your going" sound.He watched her hurry.She moved so familiar.Like Ghost.Blind?If so then she would not like anyone asking.He let out another whicker and followed her swiftly.Where was she going in such a hurry?He looked behidn him looking for a sorce of danger..mares..mares..stallion.Was that it?His whip cord whiped up as his limbs pumped under his sleak body.He caught up to the fea and bumped his maw to her nape."Hey..Slow down"He moved away from her because he knew if she was angry he'd get a hide full of teeth.No way to greet another equine but oh well.He slowed hoping she would as well.Archign his boa he extended his maw still walking along side her."Where you going to so quickly?"

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Subject	Author	Date
Crawling in the Dark	Yuna	19:17:11 03/01/05 Tue
..Show me to feel.. -- Shetan, 10:22:12 03/02/05 Wed Crawling in the Dark -- Yuna, 17:43:54 03/02/05 Wed ..Play with a devil.. -- Shetan, 13:01:22 03/03/05 Thu Crawling in the Dark -- Yuna, 16:42:16 03/03/05 Thu ..Darkness.. -- Shetan, 11:25:53 03/05/05 Sat Crawling in the Dark -- Yuna, 17:55:46 03/05/05 Sat sure thing -- Shetan, 20:14:52 03/05/05 Sat