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Date Posted: 14:25:47 04/15/01 Sun
Author Host/IP: NoHost/216.18.108.134
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Equi
's message, "«+»«+»«+»«+»«+»:::. From The Heart .:::«+»«+»«+»«+»«+»" on 12:04:03 04/11/01 Wed
~The sleeping one lays by the willow, its branches in a hanging form, seeming to weep for her, for the ivory femme who slept below. Its tears falling for the sable stallion whose blood was shed so near it, falling from the capilaries it belonged to, fleeing the lifeless path that other equines within the valley seemed to follow so easily, each footstep trained into them, each mind washed with the false realities of love. But no, not this one, not these two, not these three loves, bound together in a triangle that could not be broken, neither heart able to surpass the other. She was part of it, as was he... as was the other mare, her heart bound to his, clasped with and iron glove, attempting to break free from him, but his own heart holding her closer. This femme that slept now below the tree, she too was caught in the battle of hearts, her own mind denying the truth, her heart fighting against it in a silent battle..... she sleeps now, nothing but darkness surrounding her. There, in the distant of the infinite black, emerges the form of the stallion, his body badly wounded, though his own form giving off a light. He approaches her, now weak with the pain the followed him everywhere... he spoke to her, telling her that his love was true for both... telling her that she must stay with him....... outside her unconsious sleep, the scent lingers in the air, the unmistakable aroma of the stallion drifting toward her in steady breaths, though, it is masked by something else, the odour of the crimson blood that flowed from his weakening body. This reality told her that he was near, that she was not dreaming. She wakes now, eyes flying open with the speed of thunder, pupils dilating so they were fixed to the brightness outside. Mahogany iris close to him, seeing the form before her, the hideous hand of death before him, hovering, reade to snatch him from this utopia in which he dwelled. Yes, it was full of pain, but it was also filled with life. There, laying in front of her, was Equinox....~ Equinox... ~She whispers, her mind unable to comprehend what she saw... suddenly, her dream seemed so real to her, her mind realising what words he had spoken~ Oh, Equinox... how could this be......? ~She struggles nearer to him, her muzzle reaching out, pressing lightly to the wound that was sprawled across him as a faulty artwork. Her face almost buried in the liquid, the fluid that brought on his life, the absence of it bringing death...~ Equinox, you must live... you must... you cannot die, for if you die, all else is lost. I cannot stand to be without you... your heart speaks such words to me, I could not loose you... ~Her tears now falling as liquid crystal, shattering upon the gash that swelled across his body~ Equinox... don't go.. don't leave me... don't leave... us... ~She rests her head to his neck now, wrapping him towad her, comprehending what might come, her heart suddenly stopped in realisation that he might leave her, be nothing more than a dream that could only come to her in her sleep, she would call to him, wish to go nearer, though be able to experience no more than his visage...~ Don't... not now... not ever... if I must learn to love, to hold you love, give half of you to another, consider it done... ~She sighs helplessly, looking to the sky for guidance, asking for anything that might bring them through~ Equinox......... ~Her starvling breath capable of no more than the word. The name that seemed so simple, but intertwined with it was every emotion, every element that brought his life to earth....~
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