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Date Posted: 21:27:28 04/17/01 Tue
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Gentle rays of sunlight pour across the rich land as the sun falls slowly from the sky, moving as a feather might, quite remarkable for such a large piece of matter. Harsh rays pour across the lands, highlighting the emrelad carpet and foliage once more before sliding into dark oblivion. Buried within the dark, murky shadows stands a steed of pure ivory, coat turning dappled at his belly, resembeling dirty snow. Riuch muscles pull taught beneath thick warrior pelt, holding the steed high in pride. Thick legs taper to deep obsidian horns, gripping the hard packed earth at the edge of the forest, rich underbrush growing about his limbs. Long, thick neck tapers to thick skull, rich ivory skin pulled taught, lobes pinned to his cranium, orbs narrowed into a dull glare, nares unflaring, caring not for the other equines about him. He stands in silence, rich mists building up as the sunlight dissipates, the thick, chilly air washing over his pelt, caressing him as none other could do. Dark orbs wash over the utopia, sneer crossing his lips at the thought of others, foolishly wasting away their lives, caring nothing for hte bigger picture, the other emotions, the other feelings that one could get if he searched harder, if he tried harder than the rest. Love was not all. What about everything else? The steed snorts. He was determined not to fall into the same rat trap as the others. He would find the big picture, and perhaps then locate love. Or perhaps not.
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