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Author: Shoneka |
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Date Posted: 06:45:40 10/18/06 Wed I am the darkness... I am my mistake...my dreams...my hopes.. I will stand true...i'll fight...to the end.. I am death...I am life...there is nothing inbetween.. Dwell on the past...imagine the future...forget about today...there is nothing you can do...you cannot stop what has not happened...you cannot changed the past...you can only live for what is now... I AM IMMORTAL Thundering of hooves stampeding down the gravel track, cascading beauty as pure white mare flies into the holding area, all these horses captured and tamed, she was made to be like that, but she was not like that, a free spirit, her arabian blood held true to her, she would not be tamed by one of firm hand. Halter held firm to her delicate dished dial, tangled rope trailing behind her, dancing close to hind limbs, her masters were worthless to her, no hard word and whip could tame her and she had proved that, for four long years she had answered to there every plead, taken there weight a few times...broken her spirit...NEVER! As limbs carry her off, her freedom in sigh when suddenly..... pulled back by the rope, head dragged round as body struggles to follow without toppling over, that would be most undignified to land on ones face...such a grand exit she had made would have been ruined. Halted in her tracks as orbs follow the line of the troublesome rope...caught under a rock...a rather large rock but a rock none the same, snorting is dissatisfaction...she would not be stopped by one pebble in the ocean, spinning as weight thrown forward to try and set herself free but the rope was not to budge....turning back to face her captor snorting as forelimbs lift, well place strikes on the rock in anger, how dare it hold her...how dare it halt her escape, snorting as forelimbs continue to strike the rock, dial thrown back to pull back but effort was useless it would simple not release her. Dial turns to gaze around, a sea of humans and there stupid equines following rules her only savour...she might as well lay down dead now as a rescue from one of these mind dumb idiots was far from practical.  [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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