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Date Posted: 13:43:56 05/13/01 Sun
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Never The Less
's message, "ווו<+><+>--- ..Twisted Silver.. ---<+><+>ווו" on 11:03:34 05/10/01 Thu
~!~ Nodding ever so smoothly, bright eyes cascaded with brilliant interest, the young ace trickles a rough purr of a reply, voice sanded with a blast of sunlight and curiosity. ~!~ You claim never to have known this love... a love I possess. It’s an unbelievable thing... it cannot be described. I am sorry you have never felt it before... I pray with all of my heart that you do find it some day, and in such abundance you won’t know what to do with yourself. ~!~ Sweet voice baked crisp with fresh sunlight, raw and new with the unwavering steady of his dark sight, wheeling on hawk-tipped wings around her in endless spirals of cosmos, he listlessly paws the muddy turf below him, the day moist, frosty. Pausing for only a moment, breath lingering on the chilled lift of air rising before him, he hesitates, words gently released in small bundles, each carefully preened and inspected before release into the open where they had to fend for themselves. ~!~ ‘Tis a shame, I think... for those who spend their entire lives shying away from love. Why hide from such a wonderful thing? ... One thing I promised myself when I left my father’s harem was that I would never allow myself to give up on those who thought there was nothing left for them. Sadness... is something I have known. But it is something I have hated very much, and have fought against. Do you have something you fight for? ~!~ Curiosity choking his words, the canopy of dark boughs above sheltering the smooth breath of moss and dried leaves beneath its stretch, he carefully whirls his long tress of raven tail, the silken ends sliding fluidly over broad haunches, curling around his perfect hocks. Sight bursting with wild brightness, jeweled with new light and the softest touch of crisp air, he shifts one slight heel, pivoting in midair on a flawless hinge, settling again near the same spot, but forever taunt and on the ready to take flight. Air collected, itched with fiery life, both fluttering nostrils wink with late spring and moisture, the scent intoxicating, her gaunt form blooming with thorns in place of flowers for him... ~!~ Perhaps the wind for now is your love, what loves you... but winds change directions. And so do we.....
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