**Her muzzle touches Knife's in a fleeting brush.** -- Royal Lands

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Date Posted: 18:13:44 02/21/02 Thu
Author: Martyr
Subject: **Her muzzle touches Knife's in a fleeting brush.**

.what have i given up?... .
.difficult question, ne?.
.freedom?.
.maybe that too... .
.i think i've surrendered hope more though.
.do the math if it pleases you.

**Her dark eyes seach his, sheilded by the midnight sun's protective grasp. Bowing a shattered poll she raises her eyes hesitantly and lowers them again. She wars with herself, a hard and bittersweet trial, twisting her heart and mind and wrenching them to the other's will, all shrouded in an fogged veil of mystery. Blowing softly, she meets his gaze again, and this time she holds it.**

.you say 'they'... .
.but what about me?

**Tormenting pain lingers her eyes and she buckles beneath her own war's twisted foundations and violence. The haughty chestnut is no stranger to a physical pain.. No true warrior will ever be, and pain gives you the strength to endure. But this time... Pain whips her heart and she stumbles, choking on the blood of her own bleeding heart, and drowning in the tears her spirit cries.**

.fallen?.
.you will fly and you will crawl, we know that the angels fall.
.nothing lost, not at all, i know even angels fall.

**A vanquished spirit lays an open wound to an unconscious mind and she reaches out to him a second time. Quiet in the star's watchful eyes, she stands docilly enough, and even in her hesitant reverie she holds a savage beauty. Her forelock falls roughly over her eyes, but she makes no move to shake it free, standing silently in a stark beauty illuminated by the night sky.**

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[> [.one slip is all it takes.] -- [:.knife edge.:], 20:26:44 02/21/02 Thu

[.from beneath the burdens of emotions..and the thickly amassed lock that hung limply betwixt delicate lobes..heavily entwind with sarcasm is the imploring, beseaching glance he offers her in return.]

[.have I truely lost nothing?.]
[.tis not so.]
[.you are bluffing.]
[.but there is one thing.]
[.I shall not lose.]
[.it is you, and to you so I cling.]
[.your affections, emotions.]
[.warrents my breaking.]
[.the code of your mind.]

[.as strong gaze meets passive glare..he with the mockery..she with the will..yet at the battered stand-off..the pathetic gains and whims of those who drown..cutting to shreds the life support to which he holds to his breast with bitter tenacity..he wishes not to slice.]

[.martyr.]
[.I've thought before.]
[.you shall live on in eternity.]
[.yet never more.]
[.I see with lightened load that even heros die.]
[.pity.]

[.hatred love passions dessire.]
[.watch them swept away by Heaven's pyre.]
[.for as does the caged bird sings.]
[.so too does the captured scorpion stong.]

[.keep close, my dear.]
[.the end is near.]

officially the worst post...ever.

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[> *desire and *sting...tired.. -- Bunnie, 20:35:58 02/21/02 Thu

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