| Subject: ding dong, the witch is dead.. |
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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 16:53:05 01/11/03 Sat
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Self Inflicted Pain
's message, ""Frozen Dreams..."" on 09:45:27 12/23/02 Mon
smile passes his labrums, directed toward the mare to one side of him, the first genuine smile to come upon his features since he arrived, maybe ever. panting in a most canine fashion he flips his mane over his neck, attempting to cool his tired form. a small glint brightens the ebony occulli and he glances around himself before sidling lcoser to the exhausted mare, sinews screaming out resistance to him but his own lack of energy was noticeable only in the lilt of his crania as he walked and the uneven step that invaded his grace. his occulars scan the hiorizon once more before turning to glance into the trees, still ringing with the sounds of wolves, his scratched and battered form turns, leaving his back to the trees and the smile still plays upon his features. we won! it says. that was great stepping closer again he takes in her scent, leaning his proud head toward hers, a hesitation, and then a whispered follow me a sec before he slips out from within her circle. her bubble of space and he sidles along the edge of the trees, into the now setting sun. oranges and pinks tinged the clouds and shought to taint his dusty light beige hide, but the midnight of his tail and mane beat back the onslaught of color as he plodded toward a distant hill, remarkeable only by the gnarled tree on it's top, silhouetted in darkness against ra's reigned power.
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