| Subject: ~~>+<~~To the one called Mahun~~>+<~~ |
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Date Posted: 11:26:19 05/12/01 Sat
Author Host/IP: NoHost/216.18.108.134
--Crisp waves of air wash upon his face, their life seeming to be dulled by the branches of the forest, long arms of jade foliage stretching, curling, and wrapping around his body of steel, the air that reached him being left for dead; it was not new, only molecules that were appreciated by the lowest of beings.. useless without unique features.. much like this equine himself: he was dull, boring, unneeded by the community outside the restricting forest. As he stands at the treeline, dark mahogany oculars filter in the beams of sunlight that washed themselves over the meadow, the beautiful fingers of the star that brought such life to this earth the only thing that remained to give him life, allow the useless ember to flame within him. But there... burned in the back of his mind was the form of one femme, and only one... she came to him in the night, ivory contours flashing before him in a dreamless sleep. She had not a name, nor a face, though she had one voice, and one soul that had remained within him, a distant memory that refused to be lost within the dimensions of his heart... he stands now, nares fluttering, chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Orbs carefully placed upon the horizon, lobes flickering from place to place in a flash of platinum atop his poll. He had nothing to wait for, and yet, nothing to loose. He was a statue upon the land, only to be unfrozen by a figure for whom he had no way to recognize. He waits now in the falling light, the voiceless trees the only other comfort within the dark land of forest...--
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