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Date Posted: 11:06:14 05/10/01 Thu
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Equinox
's message, "{^>•<^}... A powerful hoof strikes the barren earth ...{^>•<^}" on 14:13:56 05/09/01 Wed
>*The furious sensations rush
>through his veins, curling the limp, intricut masses,
>splitting their worth at the seams, spilling the
>fresh, sharp-scented blood to rush through his body,
>rise up the cluttered cavity of his neck and drown his
>mind in the thick, sticky mass, allowing no mercy, no
>hope of withdrawl, no motion of the hand to pull from
>his desperately fluttering nostrils....... The heal
>had been quick.. The time of recovery, of renewal, the
>mottled, unsightly mess which coats his side nothing
>more than a deep scar, a part of him, of his identity,
>yet another mark of survival earned through this
>trying lifetime, the life that he could not escape,
>nor could he deny, a life shrouded in pain, in
>question, masked only by the thin curtain of hope that
>sheilded his gaze from the horror that lay inevitably
>behind it, lurking, prowling, pouncing, the jaws of a
>thousand wild cats gaping inches from the fiber,
>testing his flexes as they lunge openly toward him...
>This, he had lived with for as long as he had
>lived.... For four years, trapped in this concealing
>carousel of preplanned events, events which held no
>good at all, the most difficult wrapped in beautiful
>silks to conceal the ugly truth beneath.. And worst,
>worst of all, worst of everything, of his tries, his
>few moments of peace, the struggle that he had taken
>even to make it through this far, all held in the one
>realization, the realization that churned his blood,
>tainted his breath, caught his body cold in its
>actions...... He was alone.. Alone.. The most
>frightening realization physically possible, simply
>one, the fact that all of these trials must be taken
>alone, without guidance nor companionship from any..
>Another giant hoof strikes the splay of meadow grasses
>beneath him, the stalks slithering stealthfully up the
>newly-set cannon, reaching without shame for the sleek
>plate of his shoulder which rests just within its
>grasp.... But no matter, he was alone.. The wind
>protests his defiant actions as he raises his great
>head, the point of his dark muzzle scraping the cover
>of blue which rests before his eyes, the light,
>innocent hue fast to be swallowed by the carry of
>heavy grey over the low dome... His deep, emotionless
>gaze carefully studies the endless horizons, the
>rises, the falls, the wood, the thick, traced by his
>vision, persued by it, searching for the one thing he
>lack, the one thing he shant bear to have... Those
>two.... Those two that had layn their trust in him,
>those two that had walked with him, that had had faith
>in him.. The two that had ever made a difference, yet
>a burden, all the same.. For these two.... These two
>that he seeks, would not share his love for
>them.................*
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