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Date Posted: 00:10:41 04/13/01 Fri
Author Host/IP: NoHost/216.18.108.134
In reply to:
Radiocity
's message, "==~!~==~!~==~!~==~!~==•>>> ... Escape The Ordinary ... <<<•==~!~==~!~==~!~==~!~==" on 14:16:59 04/11/01 Wed
(continuing from our last chat... and yes, it is very early, so I am really sorry if this sounds messed! lol)
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~The mare grasps for feeling, her nares flailing wildly to capture some of the vapour that stood just within her reaches, but her mind failing to do so. Her lungs once again screaming for the element of life they could not hold, could not sense, could not feel. She waits, motionless, her eyes darting from place to place, wondering where the stallion could be. She had ruined him... or had she? Now, he lay so close to her, their bodies masking all emotion, masking all thought. He had realised the horrid truth that came to pass. The truth that finally told him that he truly was part of the clockwork he had built his pride against... sent and army of dead emotion against the clock, against even her, attempting to mask out any emotion, any feeling that could break free from within him, destroy all belief he had, and pride he carried. But, now, as he lay with her in the emerald grass, the shoots of green sprouting around him, it is obvious that she had shattered that shred of pride, the shards of glass that were his soul thrown mercilessly to the ground to be only broken again and again, each time by her pursuit of him. Finality was now. Here... within both of them. He lays motionless, unable to process thought, unable to feel, unable to touch upon her words, and she the same. Delicate lobes positioned toward him, listening for his stumbling words that may escape his cold, shivering, parched lips. Attentive auditives listening also for any crys from his soul, any screams that may erupt from him, her ears welcoming the terrifying sound, for she knew in her soul that she truly was the cause of his pain. Without her help, there would be no realisation, no pain, no loss of pride, no emotion... at least, not yet...~ Radio, my Radiocity... are you still cold? ~His soul pourn out from him, leaving behind only his body to be sprawled before her, his mind only a toy to be played with. Why? why had she done this? If only she had left him be, left him as a prize of nature, one that could be looked up to, admired through time... could this soul, this weak, broken, and dim soul be replenished? Would he ever be the same? She holds her body close to his, warming him, her lips caressing his heart from outside of him~ I am here, Radio, I am here to help, to calm... just ask of me what you need... I am here... shhhh... ~She hushes him, orbs closing their drapes for a moment, loosing sight of him... she reopens her eyes to find a tired steed, one who had endured enough pain to last twice his lifetime. She waits now, tears flowing forward to be released once mroe upon this stallion, upon her own eyes while she waits....waits to see what whould become of this Radiocity.....~
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