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Date Posted: 13:45:18 04/16/01 Mon
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Secret Little Song
's message, "|^|^|^|^|^| Apparition |^|^|^|^|^|" on 01:16:43 04/15/01 Sun
*He shifts his head protestantly, writhing, huffing, struggling to pull himself from the strongholds which bind him, force him to veiw the comely femme who rests ahead, force him to come against all that he had lived for, all that had been of worth in his life, the one aspect that drew him to remain motivated despite the clenching grasps of life, those which were always at his throat, attempting to diffuse him from the one thing that kept him within sanity... His freedom.. His life, nothing less, nothing more, simply it.. His knowledge that he was tied in relation to no one at all, his knowledge that he might leave at any time, venture off wherever he might please, display his coltish antics which others might have found far from amusing... Was it really worth this..? Worth another....? Worth love? Worth retaining his vision constantly upon her, burning, searing, pressing forward against the pane of glass which held them in seperation, tempting its weight, prepared to fall through at any moment, to become trapped in the opposite reality which would draw him to follow her every twitch and movement, to cherish her, to be there for her, to simply love her... He shakes his head heavily, his neck shifting back, forth, back, forth, splitting the locks which rest atop the frame of his crest, diverting them in opposite directions to slither down the descentive slope of his neck, whispering last pleas of mercy in a hushed tone.. His thoughts were madness... mere ramblings of what he might have diluted, of what might have sprung up within his mind, materializing before him, defying the laws of nature which could not exist for it, mocking him, taunting him, scolding him for sins that he never even imagined, those that he could not connect... What he thought of could not have been true.. Such a warrior as herself, proving any interest in him, a common steed of low stature, it was unheard of, obsurd, oblivious to any laws of order, of nature, which may have been stated... He snorts softly to himself, scolding his thoughts once more, his thoughts that drew toward hopefulness, away from the harsh reality which dwelled within him, his sense, and wheeling toward the longing, flailing grasps of his soul which longed with such deep emotion to hold him, to controll him, to change him, to become one of those trapped beneath the weights of love, forced to serve its rules, its limited lets, trapped, trapped... He presses his chin downward toward the lather of his sweat-soaked chest, the train of his blonde locks following in willing endeavor as they slide down his muscled neck, dipping their threaded ends into the grooved contour of his cheek, following downward to his face in endless trail.... It was obsurd.. It wasn't right... Yet his screaming hooves began to pad the earth beneath him as he carried over the oceanic plain toward her, his mind oblivious to his actions.................*
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