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Date Posted: 12:04:03 04/11/01 Wed
Author Host/IP: NoHost/24.66.94.142
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From the Heart (reposting)
's message, "||- -||~~~~~~~(><)**.....Equinox.....**(><)~~~~~~~||- -||" on 11:11:51 04/07/01 Sat
((Equi's dying.. but he's not gonna die.. at least not yet.. so he's gonna kind of crawl over to you and just pretend that he's some kind of super horse and he can be in two places at once while nearly dead and experiencing a major loss of blood... Sound good.....? Heheheh....))
*He drags his giving limbs across the bed of lapping grasses, the grasses which lap in mock-praise at his ankles, stroking his cannon in bickered lament, the whole of the plain watching, waiting as he sifts lifelessly through their defiant figures, their grimaces teasing him, taunting him, causing him to sink lower into their waiting forms, their thin, papery figures spitting reluctantly as he nears, though never ceasing their post stand, even when the blood that rolls off of his mottled barrel falls to spat in their faces, clouding their vision, their dignity in a pool of red, a thick, pungent-smelling drop, its metallic scent taken willingly by their upright stands....... He drags himself toward her, her image growing larger, nearer, becoming so real, so immaculate, her familiar ivory hues circling his mind, the shades of black which tinge with the most intricut of care upon the base of her muzzle, splotched about her tightly-shut eyes, darkened at the base of her dock, revealed within the lacey lobes of her ears, the thin, delicate soldiers pressed back in rest for the moment...... He drags onward.... Pacing, staggering, his muscles taut, yet giving of their iron strength, the well-balanced abilities which he had sported now dwindling away to nothing as he treads the trenched plain.... Finally..... There she rests, so close, so near that he might reach out with a shuddered muzzle and touch her, remind himself of the glorious passion that he felt each time his lips brushed her flesh, the quivering quake which ran through him, the feeling of longing, of greed, to kiss her again, again, again until his mouth grew sore beyond recognition of before, and kiss her still until he lay by her side in exhaustion...... Yet nothing remained of him now, a blood-washed mess, the hope of even a last kiss if he were to die out of his reach, as if such a kiss might have delivered him from the suffering which he wrought, numbed the pain and settled the anguish, drained the scars and slick blood from his coat so that he might stand as he had before, without an eye of the crowd, a watchful stare, a pity of one they hardly knew, a pity which, even then, was not real despite the attempts to make it so......... He collapses lifelessly near her grasps.... His heart throbbing, pumping wildly, the blood rushing through him, struggling to take him beneath the conciousness which he knew, to steal the controls of any movement from him and power his actions for itself..........* Heart... *He rasps sullenly, his voice escaping at nothing more than a whisper, drawling in slurred tones which drain into each pressed-forth lobe, struggling to meet hers as well, though she slept...* Please...... Believe what I tell you now, my sleeping beauty... I love you....... I love both you and Chaos, none any more than the other, equal, in any case...... My love is true. I promise you this... I swear it. I will never forget you..... Nor will I let you leave out of the falseties that might cause you to believe that I no longer love you, for I do, with such passion, such reality, something that I could never sherade....... Please, m'love... Don't leave now.. Everything will be alright when you wake... Everything will be alright............
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