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Date Posted: 11:29:40 04/11/01 Wed
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Chaos
's message, "---!---!---!---!---!---!---!---!---!--->>> ... Equi ... <<<---!---!---!---!---!---!---!---!---!---" on 19:23:42 04/02/01 Mon
*He lays spewn carelessly upon the earth, the flattened stalks beneath him soaked in a lather of red, of blood, blood which stains the earth beneath him, soaking throughout the surrounding clods, the sunlight which envales the earth beneath it startled, stricken at the sight, the pungent scent of the blood which lays cast in a red hue dispite its golden efforts, its futile strives to light the earth in its only known shade, to yellow, to drain the lacings of green to their rightful pastel, to bask the northern boughs of the timber in a spoiled light, brought down to one shaken existence, the sight of blood............ The thick red lather clings to the tufts of fur upon his darkened coat, the slick catching the sun's wary gaze as would a blanket of lake water upon a sunlit noon, though now, not noon, but closer to the eve which drew dangerously close, the day which pressed on, pressed on as his lobes collected her virtuous words, the intricut patterns of speech which spun around him, bounding him, holding him in a loving grasp which caused the pain to flee, which caused his conciousness to hang on, though by a thread, for moments longer than it might have otherwise....... The frightening sensation of drifting beneath and above.... Of losing his control, his breath, his gaze, his speech, then gaining each once more, returning the balance of his rightful state, until such immediate time as the conciousness was grasped from him once more, a cruel demon constantly clutching away a child's bowl of sugar, the rightful allowance which it owned, stolen, relieved from it, and in the blink of an eye returning to its table to taunt and tease its mind......... His weak, nearly lifeless lobes press forward, wound with the dry, hardened sensation of blood, tucked neatly about their bases, their motion restricted as he struggles to collect the broken tones of her speech, distorted, rippled, though his mind renewed, making sense of the jibberish which she expells, forming words which string together within him to form sentenses, then paragraphs, pieces which come together in a struggle to allow him comprehension......* I hear your words,... Chaos... *He chokes the strains nearly breathlessly, the tumbled, slurred resonance rising hardly above a forced whisper, yet, so clear, so simply audible that it astonishes even himself.........* I hear this... Your belief that I am immortal......... Perhaps I am.. For you have spoken few words that have not been true........ But if I am... If I am immortal, then I will stop at nothing, nothing at all, to make certain that I will never leave your side. No matter what it takes.... No matter the pain.. I will be here for you, for all time, no matter.......... I love you, Chaos. Yes, I love Heart as well.. But if I am immortal as you say that I am, I can love two with no less emotion than I would love one if she were the only one....... You will never be forgotten, Chaos.. Even if you even forgot me... I would be here... Waiting..... Watching you, loving you, I swear it......
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