| Subject: <§×§>...A glance...<§×§> |
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Date Posted: 18:16:51 05/10/01 Thu
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*His great head snaps 'round, his vision suddenly filled with the increasing impact of another, a life, a life as his own, one who was not caught within the circle that spun and tumbled the three, their limbs shanked to its base, a cruel creation concocted merely for the pleasure of watching each suffer without the slightest hope.. He was caught within it.. As was Heart, as was Chaos, drawn in against their will, force to lope about its reaches until their muscles hung loosely within them, their joints became as rickety as the cracking wood of an old barn door, their minds pulsed and throbbed with constant replays of the torture that the had succumbed to, a true hell if there ever had been one... He shakes his head slightly, freeing his vivid mind of the trance that had held it, his gaze refocusing on the picturesque form so near to him, the first that he had seen in days, perhaps weeks... The figure of a mare, rugged, bold yet not a slight amount to differ from these who race constantly through his mind, the mares, the loves, his loves, the loves that could not understand his love for them, could not comprehend his choices and propositions as he might have liked them to.. Neither wished to 'share' his love.. Oh, if only he could show them, prove to them, that his heart held enough love and passion within him, that he could not choose only one, for fear that he might hurt one of those close to him, one of those that he loved with such great desire and fullness that he would rather give his own life than choose.. He shakes his head once more, shedding yet another deep trance that held back the words which tossed solemnly within his throat..* Well... You see, m'lady.. No... It is alright, maiden. Do not bother yourself with my idle troubles.. One as you shouldn't be destined to fall into this trench as I have.. *His vision returns to the charred dome which hangs low above their figures, his muscles tense, wiry, his mind pulsing with the thought that if he were not to run away, he might fall deeper, greatening the load of silt which weighs atop him.... Mechanically, his iron hooves begin to grasp at the earth beneath him, the whites of his eyes exposed, his limbs pumping, prancing, all the while one thought resting upon his mind: Get away........*
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