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~!~ Twelve Bar Blues ~!~
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Date Posted: 08:15:51 05/04/01 Fri
Author Host/IP: A050-0225.FLNT.splitrock.net/63.252.144.225
~!~ The morning hangs brightly, coughing, a glinting fog yet to roll out, the slight, gray haze hanging over the meadow like a ringing sheet of satin. Nebulous and uncertain, it curls inside of itself and out, concealing shadows and secrets, beckoning the curious to explore its depths. Tiny shafts of light barely begin to pierce through the gray, pinpricks of light like stars, spotting a flicker of white, a hint of cherry. A patterned stud, half-basking in what little light finds his powerful body, pulls through the haze, wisps of stray silver curling around, through his strong legs. Sprays of light gray brush in waves around and past him, out behind him in streamers of ocean dusted with silver, parting the veins of thick mist with ease, piercing blue eyes fighting their way forward with a stunning glare. Motion smooth and fluid, brawny shoulders rolling with muscular authority beneath his patched hide, the steed trickles to a halt, haze floating across his robust framework, moistening the ruff of smooth hair down the length of his stout neck. Tinted with the concealment of the morning, he peers out from behind the damp tendrils of mane, muscles rippling in waves down the length of his side with tension. With a rustling sigh, giving in to the heated sunrise, the fog begins to evaporate, revealing what may or may not have been lurking inside. Still, he stands tall, haunting the remnants of the mist, slipping in and out of shadows as if he belonged only here, nowhere else. Enigmatic eyes frighteningly everywhere at once, searching for an absolution he has already lost, the damp tresses of two-tone tail flicker easily around his thick haunches, etched deep with muscle, pride. Taking a step back into the shadows, one metallic hoof snapping sharply into place, he rumbles an inciting snort, sharp ears swiveling atop his russet poll, shocking blue eyes biting the opened sky before him. Dappled with sunlight, further enriching and distorting the splash of paint across his patterned body, he remains utterly silent, a statue but for the breath of wind stirring his shaded tail around his thick hocks, lost on the fingertips of the outstretched ground, loose strands resting on the succulent turf below. Nature as mysterious as when the fog concealed him, flashing eyes studded with the dark gems of black in the center, the bright blue shudders with disadvantage, lacking the ability to conceal what lies beneath the patched hide in darkness. Containing nothing to shield the opened windows offering a glance into another world, onyx hooves locked steadfast into the cool ground below, all he can do is fall hushed at the touch of the wind, allow her to kiss the silken strands of his two-tone mane, scatter the light from the sun in all directions, knowing there is no way to return to where he had come from – he was here, and here he had no choice but to remain. ~!~
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