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Date Posted: 21:37:31 05/13/01 Sun
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Emotions were a powerful force, one able to knock down even the strongest of stallions. Love was the strongest emotion, one that could break all the laws, could make even the strongest pact crumble without hesitation. Emotions were taking control of one steed. A powerful warrior, trained, strengthened, by noble blood. Strong muscles built in an andalusian mold, thick pelt stretched to cover the power. Hooves built of razors, senses heightened. He was truely a warrior. Long ago a pact was made. He was different,a nd wished to feel the rare emotions life had to offer. Love merely hindered all emotions, causing a soul to think only of their mate, only of their new life. He was determined to wait, to locate other emotions before giving in to the temptation mares had. Yet even the mightiest of walls could fall, as was the wall built around his heart. One vixen had found a hole, and was digging in with each breath she took. It was nerve-wracking. Each glance towards the beautiful soul of the mare caused a new sensation to become known to him. Her words were clear as the ocean breeze. 'You may not be searching for love, but you may find it.' Perhaps he had found it. She appeared to be willing to give her heart to him, should he want it. But that would betray every pact he made with himself. He was still young, still able to find those other emotions he dreamed of. Yet another part of him thought, perhaps, he could find those emotions with this mare. But then why had she left for so long, and right after the night they had become friends, had decided to be companions. It was all so confusing. Part of him wanted to give in, to give up his original plan, to fall in love with the mare, give his life, his soul to her. Yet he was afraid. He had heard all the horrid stories of love lost, and the pain that ccompanied the most powerful emotion. Physical pain he could take. He took it every day of his exsistance, fighting, battling, winning, killing. It was all normal. Yet the mind games, the emotional pain, this he was not prepared for, this he could not take. This was what was eating him alive, tearing his very soul from his body. What did he want? He did not know. What did _she_ want was a better question. A question he could not answer. He could assume, yet he knew the saying. 'Assuming makes an ass out of you and me.' He did not wish to do that to himself. Or to her. He was being selfish, he realized. It was her he should be thinking of. Yet he never cared for another soul above himself before in his life. That almost scared him. What was he thinking, it did scare him. He never cared before, and now he did. Friends did not care this strongly about each other. This was too strong for friendship, and yet that is what their relationship was labeled as. Perhaps he could attempt to find the truth, to love another being. Yet, he did not even love himself. How could he ever love another if he could not love himself? And why should she love him back? He had said that he wanted more before love, and she had seemed to understand. Yet those words again. 'You may not be searching for love, but you may find it.' Was she infering that she loved him? Could anyone love a beast like him? He doubted so, and yet... 'I came back for one reason...' He was curious why she returned. Why had she left in the first place? The latter question did not matter. Yet she returned. And she seeked him out, or at least found and approached him. Perhaps she had returned because of him, yet hte chances were slim. What was he to do now? Continue batteling? She did not seem to like his fighting ways, and yet, what more could he do? He would certainly return to the meadow, as he had stopped doing for a while. It was amazing that the one night in a while he had decided to visit, she had been there. He she returned a while ago and he simply never knew? He might perhaps never know the truth. Truth. It was such a frightening word. It could mean the downfall of his whole life goal if he were to uncover the truth, and yet, it could make him happy beyond his wildest dreams. It was a fine line to cross, something he was not trained for. And yet, he knew he must cross the line, must find his way, on his own, without help. It would be hard, but he would find his way, find his happiness, find the rare emotions he craved.
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