So swift the fleeting wind -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 21:24:11 11/20/03 Thu
Author: Daughter of Light
Subject: So swift the fleeting wind
In reply to: [. d 0 g s 0 l d i e r s .] 's message, "[. d e a t h w i s h .]" on 04:12:34 11/05/03 Wed

(ooc- wow... and I thought I could disappear without event. I'll come back, for now. Someone give me a very brief update--what's been going on? I hope I'm not too late... Oh! And I turn 17 tomorrow! YAY! hehe)

With a slow, measured pace, the faded noble slowly entered the lands she had for many years called home. Indeed, though winter was looming impatiently, the isle still clung to its proud verdancy, refusing to relinquish its prize to the clutches of frost. But against death, it seemed, even paradise offered no immunity.
The mare herself was aged, though she bore it well. She had been a healer for hardly less time than she had been a mare, and the natural ability eased the passage of time and prevented its heartless wrath. It was as though the magic compensated for its momentary weakening of the self by ultimately resisting weakness.
In her self-imposed exile, the mare's looks had come to fit her station. Her tresses had lengthened into luxurious waves of cream that graced her neck and hindquarters, her silky forelock adorning her poll like no more suitable crown. In solemn silence, she slid her gaze over the grounds, neck arched in subdued pride as her banner softly kissed her hocks. She absorbed it with mixed emotions, none of which trespassed onto her features. Of DOT she was immensely proud; in searching all the lands she would have found no finer a mare than this who now led the lights, and the former monarch knew her trust had been well-placed. But the sight of her battered grandson struck her own heart, though he had been healed. DOT's own aura spoke of this plainly, for though it may not cross her lips, the two major healings had drained her greatly. Around Dog Soldiers, whose presence would have been a shock had she not steeled herself against all surprises, there hung a dank air of impending death. It was not his body that was fading away, but his very spirit. The golden goddess remained fixated in her place, awaiting a reaction from those she had known for so long.

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[> [. h e a r t b r e a k .] -- [. d 0 g s 0 l d i e r s .], 23:38:39 11/22/03 Sat [1]


Seeing the palomino mare arrive, his heart almost leapt for joy. Slender limbs step forth, stopping in front of her. It had been such a long time since he had seen her and this time would be his last. This was how he wanted to all to be, no interuptions at all, at this rate he would have an estimated of about half an hour of life left. Finely chiselled crania is thrown in the direction of DoT and Xaiyou, he gives a small nod of dismissal, wanting to be alone. Charcoal eyes look once again upon the amber fae. Tears begin to swell in his eyes, until one manages to slide along his cheek before dropping to the ground. This was hard for him, surely it wouldn't be easy for DOL wither. I just wanted to say, I'm sorry, I've been an absolute idiot these past months. I should of remebered what I was before I started to like you. What ever happens next, I don't want you to heal me, this is what I want to happen.
I am a warrior, a blood thirsty beast by the name of Dog Soldiers. My curse is one only identified as Boar. My designated scars lay upon this bloody hide of Mahogan. My existence is only seen within the expanse of Death Valley. The section of my dwelling may be seen within the Dark Lands. Let my up most devotion go to the one by the calling of No One. Let these gremlins pay more respect to me than themselves, None.

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