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Date Posted: 18:17:26 04/09/03 Wed
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Moonlight
's message, "~The Friend When All Else Is Gone~" on 16:16:33 04/09/03 Wed
||Never was there a battle such as this. A gleam of joy could almost be seen in the steed’s blood red orbs. Forms changed often, from wolf to steed and back against, he used each to the fullest. Fiery beasts were first shocked by the steed’s sudden strength, but soon they were composed once more. Serpent tails struck again and again at the steed’s hindquarters. But Shifter never gave a cry of pain nor did it appear in his orbs. No… this steed did not know pain during the battle of time… he laughed. True laughter often erupted from him as his flesh was torn and hung in rags on his sides. His once ebony form was not like his orbs, blood red. Often, after getting knocked to the ground and tramped by the giant daggers of the beasts, he would spring up again in the mist of the band and smile as he scream phrases that helped him hold onto his thread of hope. This is for Firelight! He screamed after getting up, blood filled his right aud. This is for Mother! He cried and torn a large hunk of flesh out of one of the beasts while in his wolven form. There was no time for the spirits to heal their wounds while in battle, though condition was better than Shifter’s, they too suffered great damage. His laughter grew stronger each time he was beaten to the ground and his flesh was torn. This is for my Lightning! He screamed so hard his lungs would have collapsed. Yes… the battle was still going strong… but one of the fiery beasts… different from the rest… fought the fellowship of the spirits and against the strong force he used his body as a shield to protect his son. The other nine often knocked him away from his son but he only went back to try to protect him. Fire Cry was useless to fight against the spirits himself, but he could try to protect his son. Father of the steed lifts his head toward the heavens, appearing to look at Starlight through the orbs of his son and smile. Mug moved as if trying to say something, but he could not be heard over the thunder of hooves and the laughter of their son. He smiled with his orbs at his love once more then blended into the battle once more. Shifter felt light headed. He had lost so much blood but still he went strong. Firrrrelllliiight! He cried as his battle cry once as he snapped his deadly, wolven jaws over the neck of one of the serpents and let the head fall to the ground. Powerful rear was made, hooves stroking for the outside world above. Beasts surrounded him and pulled him to the ground. The steed vanished under the giant forms of the fiery stallions. His laughter was softer now… but still going||
The darkness was cold as stone
Sharp as a dragon claw
Its floor was blood
Red as a gentle sunset
Shifter fought there
With hooves and jaws
Singing all the while
“Fight of die, fight or die.
Lucky am I to be
A shifter of forms.”
Shifter the laugher.
Laughed and sang.
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