~!~ Shifts restlessly in his growing pool of blood... ~!~ -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: ~!~ Shifts restlessly in his growing pool of blood... ~!~

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Kite

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Date Posted: 09:03:36 05/03/01 Thu
Author Host/IP: A050-0217.FLNT.splitrock.net/63.252.144.217
In reply to: Cold Day In July 's message, "+..groans softly...+" on 12:29:00 04/28/01 Sat

~!~ With the gentlest of groans, the battered stud heaves a beaten breath, bloodied sides quiet with the steaming rise and fall for want of air. Shuddering softly, but knowing he would have to stand soon, he struggles violently to raise his stiff neck, dark eyes scanning the bloody patches of crimson grass around him. The golden mare was down as he was; the filly was nowhere in sight. Shivering, feeling that nothing of his was broken, he wearily attempts to clamber to his feet, but pauses. Yes... this was exactly the excuse he had been waiting for... no one would blame him if he never rose from this tarnished spot. He never would even have to move... and what would Sal say then? He fought gallantly, he could almost hear the blood bay steed saying somberly as they laid him to rest. If he would have been weak and would have done the deed on his own will... No, he tells himself, no, I am doing it. What of the filly then? And the other mare? What if his son came home? Grinding his teeth with a searing flash of pain, he pulls his weary limbs further underneath him, struggling to rise. I must be strong now; I can�t let them down another time... It�s too much for them, it�s too much for me... ~!~

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