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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 14:13:34 12/16/02 Mon
-glowers at her computer for erasing everything she just wrote-Frozen Dreams
He caught himself nodding of and shook himself angrily, all the same thinking Nap. soon. he left the thought there though, to drift blindly through the rivers of his mind. Maybe settle itself in some subconscious pool of thought with the other 80 self-reminders. Yawning widely he stretches his mug toward the sky dropping it and culminating the show with a low whicker. As he stepped forward he made out two shapes silhouetted against the sky. two very different silhouettes he mused, eyeing the both of them as he jogged forward, tired expression banished for one of intent, auds pricked forward, eyes locked on either the one or the other at all times, lips twisted in a bemusedly curious expression. as he drew closer he could make out that the one he had denoted as human was also male, and well-matured by the look of him. While the equine silhouette belonged to a dark coloured mare, younger than the human man. he looked over the human, with an inward sigh. he detested himself as a human, the position made him feel inferior, as he came not nearly as tall as some of the equine forms that would undoubtedly be around, it annoyed him that he would no longer control the power and grace of a stallion. being reduced to a mere man. As his thoughts ran around this his body got into it and hit posture re-vamped itself from the tired vanity to the tall proud one he most commonly adopted. Buccinator and Splenius arched, he looked rejuvinated and the pride that ebbed from him at all times fell in a steady stream. He dipped his head slightly in greeting, sensing it was not his turn for speech.don't speak unless spoken to an expression that came from.. from who? couldn't possibly have been mother.. or grandmother..or.. he stopped himself and brought his mind back to current happenings with a vicious snap, rattling his senses momentarily. he stopped, having drawn level with the two creatures. He waited for the one or the other to speak, whoever's turn it mught have been, he stood as if a polite onlooker, not quite inside the circle of events. and this was mirrored in his stoney stature, the pride ws there, and the power, as well as a kind of laughter that sickened the heart.. but that lurked way deep into the shining hazel orbs that adorned the stallions countenance. Mostly, it was the intent interest, the way his auds tipped toward each figure in turn, the way he seemed to be following the goings on, even though he had just arrived. that was what was shown most obviously.
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