| Subject: ווו<+><+>--- ..Twisted Silver.. ---<+><+>ווו |
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Date Posted: 11:03:34 05/10/01 Thu
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*Her curious gaze traces his hansome figure as it had before, the creases, the dips of his protrudant muscle, each pronounced feature that arrays his cool, confident face, the comely dip of his arched neck as it smoothely tumbles into a puffed chest, the chest that held his heart, his being, a heart far greater than her mind had ever allowed her to imagine, a heart with such greatness that it had found the means even to consider her presence as something more than a worthless creature.. Her vision rises carefully, rising, rising, lifting with the grace of a feline to meet his own, a frightening glance, an uncomfortable glance, a glance that meant that she was in the presence of another, a haughty attempt of her own vivid mind to create the instinct within her that this, perhaps, was too good to be true... Her muscles grow taught at the gentle stroke of a stalk of wheat as it brushes by her limb, the contact freezing any further motion until the feeling had fully passed.. Her reluctant nature, her feeling, her fright, what had scared her for so long, was nothing more than a creeping, stealthful nymph, a creature with plagued auburn fangs, the stentch of its breath enough to cause even a knight to succumb to it.. And yet, it was inside of her.. Inside of her always, taunting her, defying her presence.. But despite this, the most frightening thing of all, the thing that struck terror deep into her mind, was that he could see this creature inside of her.....* There is no need for pardon, good sir.. You have done nothing less than a true gentleman would have... *A slight, forcefull smile assumes its position upon her lips, the dry rims that lapse the corners of her mouth, the expression struggled, held back by the fear within her, yet persuing to break through the bricked wall that had blocked it away from the open, from visibility, from the life that it had earned with strife to display its position in such a manner...* I am afraid that I am nothing more than a common mare.. Such worth I am not sure that I deserve. What brings me here on this cold day..? I believe that it is my stubborn nature... I must see the winds..... I must kiss the sun.. I must feel the waters rush against my face.. For without any of this, I am nothing at all.. You see, I am alone, without a friend nor a relation, perhaps for a hundred miles... *Her vision sinks rapidly, meeting the arc derived of her muscled neck as her muzzle reaches to meet the dip of her chest, the rough realization of a scar that bears upon her flesh, the burden nearly an unbearable load.. He was a gentleman.. A prince... A hansome creature.. And she, she was simply a mare, a mare who had no worth in any other's eyes, a mare who relied on only the company of the winds, the seas, the stars for comfort.. Alone.. Alone is what she was, the curse set upon her of her own foolish mistakes..* Yes.. you know me better than I know myself, my steed. I am lonely.. But for now, all that I need is the wind... The wind and the seas. For those two, those two are the only beings that have a care for me, the only beings that love me............
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