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Date Posted: 18:41:46 05/14/01 Mon
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Darq Dragon
's message, "...<><><> Entrance of a dark soul <><><>..." on 17:55:46 05/14/01 Mon
~Femme of pure delicate strength stands amongst the shadows. Ebon figure discarded by the steed, she knew it was going to happen. None knew her, and those that did regret their meeting. Her fierce eyes ablaze, hiding all she felt, if she felt anything at all. Long mess of tangled strands hang upon her magnificent sleek neck. The tips flicking and twitching upon the wind's touch. Her cheek's shine shattered by the grasp of her raspy raven forelock that shrouded her face. Her lobes pricked toward the sun above. Her oculars glare with a hatred. Her muzzle scabbed, blood still lingering upon the sore crisp cut. Nares flare everso gently, so as not to rupture the scab. Her mind flashes back to a few days before, when a steed had approached her. He had nipped her, so a while later she nipped him back, not even breaking the skin, but now upon her muzzle is a painful scar this time physical. Heartless chest continues to beat, functioning by some unknown source. The loneliness, anger, pain, was all hidden so well. She was a good actress, she guessed. The hate that rose in her eyes, the flame that burned in her soul, was true, but her heart was still there, more than ever. It watched how others had reacted to her and felt what their actions were. She is yet to brush the past aside, for it may help her in the future. She watches him, looking at everything with such magnificence. A smile tries to find its way to her lips, but fails. All she can manage is a slight smirk. She wishes to speak, but doesn't, knowing most steeds wish to find the mare first. But she knew...No one would ever find her, and if they did, they would be too lazy to search into her soul, her heart, and find the good. The good that was there...oh so long ago...No, they wouldn't do it, they would die of her hateful gaze or run of her hateful soul. That's when she starts to truly hate...Hate who she is...Her mane remains slightly ruffled upon her neck. Her black body an obscured one, maybe...One never to be found....~
*~*~Angel In Disguise?~*~*
*~*~Devil At Heart?~*~*
*~~She was Kissed By Death~~*
*~~Who shall be kissed by Her?~~*
*-Kissed By Death-*
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