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Date Posted: 01:16:43 04/15/01 Sun
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Apparition (formerly castaway)
's message, "‡•‡•‡•‡•‡::::::::::. Secret Little Song .::::::::::‡•‡•‡•‡•‡" on 20:29:06 04/14/01 Sat
-lowers her head, her long ragged mane laying softly on her neck, moving in the slight chill breeze. Turns around, her back to the young steed, walks away, slowly lifting each hoof off the ground, one at a time, as if were painful to walk away. Indeed, it was painful for her, though she didn’t show it. On the outside she remained calm and collected-but inside was a secret hidden war, her many thoughts clashing against each other, over and over, until they fell into many pieces and drifted away, only to have new ones rush in and take over. Feeling love for someone wasn’t something a Warrior did…. Was it? Was love a weakness? She never remembered learning about that in all her training. But yet none of the warriors she knew loved anyone. It made sense to her-loving someone would make you weaker, and the enemy could feel the weakness and take over you. Wouldn’t it? A heavy sigh shudders through her strong body and she shakes her head violently, dark mane whipping around and stinging her face, as she tries to clear her mind. She wasn’t thinking reasonably. Why did she feel all light headed and confused? Was this really what love is like? Her heavy footsteps start to drag along the ground, leaving deep furrows in the soft turf. She looks at the ground in front of her, concentrating on it, making herself continue to walk away. These sort of feelings for someone had to be wrong… yet the image of the young stallion flashes through her mind again and she tries to shake it off. Even if she loved someone, how could she be sure they would love her back, equally?? Eventually her dragging hooves slow her to a stop. She lifts her head, still looking off to the horizon in front of her. She knew this was wrong, she was clearly showing her hesitation and confusion… which made her completely vulnerable… snorts softly and a deep frown mars her delicate face. Vulnerable to what? Suddenly her Warrior’s training seemed strange to her. What could possibly harm her? What evil could be lurking in this young stallion? What was she afraid of? The image of the steed appears in her mind once more, yet this time she tries to hold onto it, remembering it, without thinking about what she is doing. She flicks her curved ears backwards, listening intently. She closes her eyes. The breeze picks up and rushes over her, playing with her mane and tail, tossing strands of hair into the air, and twirling them around, before letting them settle down against her skin again. The scent of the stallion is carried to her nostrils, and her eyes open suddenly, knowing he is still back there… were she last saw him. She remembers perfectly how he looked, except his eyes, which she only glances at for a second. Those eyes haunt her, she wants to get a deeper look into them. se suddenly feels the urge to see him again. Her conscience pricks her with tiny pin points of guilt and she whuffles sadly, knowing this couldn’t be right. Shifts her weight slowly. Going against what she thinks is right, she slowly turns her head, looking around over her shoulder, violet eyes searching for the steed again, looking to see if he is still watching her.....-
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