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Subject: -: back from hell Author: aerial [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:03:40 12/27/02 Fri i can't hear you scream drowning so it seems your mouth is full of poison it's funny how you never realize how much you care for something or someone until it is no longer within your grasp. when the scent of their cologne begins to fade, and their warmth is no longer palpable, you begin to hunger for them. it was in the way that aerial had come to feel, and so her pressumably permanent exodus from the lands of evil valley became not so permanent. a lengthy stride, tainted with urgency, returned her to her home in a not unreasonable amount of time. there was so much she'd likely missed.but had anyone missed her? she couldn't help but doubt it. her nape craned, her finely dished pate resting lower to the ground then was customary, her steel streaked ebony banner flagging behind her. the entier pose immediately betrayed her arabian blood, but also told the world how weary she was, how tired. but the sight of faces that in such a short period of time had become familiar to her, allowed her to regain her energy quickly. sliding to a semi-graceful stop, her zenith once more rose towards the heavens, in a characteristic show of defiance and a position she'd once held, that no longer held true in this place or at this time. i'm back... the words slipped pass pursed labrums, flirting with the winds and were easily stolen. but it didn't matter if anyone heard it. she was home, and she was ready for anything. a e r i a l mouthful of poison [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: [not good enough for them?] Author: Frozen Dreams [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:18:24 12/27/02 Fri Frozen Dreams He really felt no joy at her return, but there was something there.. vehement hatred perhaps? the two equines just did not mix, they were like oil and water. The one forever above the other. Nevertheless he thought that he should impart something on her for her return. how about a child? he'd pretty much pushed her into the spotlight as adoptive mother of the orphaned filly. but what about the icing on the cake. his renewed gait carried him to the disdainful creature and he looked down on her, as was his custom, from behind his rebel forelock. deep pools barely containing the malice and amusement he found in her return, the taunt in his voice was undeniable. Well aerial, here you are again. couldn't get enough of me? he contained the harsh laughter that threatend his larynx, but he allowed himself a smirk as he surveyed her entrance and her weary steps. f r o z e n | d r e a m s Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude