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Date Posted: 09:10:13 04/13/01 Fri
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Never The Less
's message, "<+><+><+><+>--- Twisted Silver ---<+><+><+><+>" on 10:31:20 04/11/01 Wed
*Breath drawn and thin, powerful body carefully winding it’s fluid path through the sparse trees, the young stud pauses at the shrill scream pinched from her musical, thin lips, muscles hardening to a seamless halt. Ebony coat half-shadowed, half blinded with the bust of sun flickering easily through the patchwork canopy above, scattering hints of his existence across the light of the soft, mossy turf below, he falls to still between the two extremes, sandwiched in the immense love and heat radiating from the gently baking carpet of leaves and pine needles at his metallic hooves. Her tense figure just up ahead of him, only a few strides from where his compact body rests, his charred eyes burn with intense life, a longing to share so much of it with everyone around him, a fiery desire to take everything sad and right it to happiness. Coat glossy with spring, his only sound the steady rise and fall of his lungs, heated side and breath, he studies her hunched figure, body tensed in waves of muscles down length of her trembling side, lowering his head in submission, shoulders rounded with the promise that he would bring no harm. What was it about this frightened mare, framework young like his own, but mind so completely different... Posture blinking an exit sign above his dark poll, starry eyes reflecting and spelling out the words “this way out,” his soothing gaze holds the pledge of a better future, a brighter window gently opening, coaxed by his peaceful nature and fiery will, baited with honey to prove that life was not all bad, rewards would come to those who tried, and the path he chose to take would lead others who learned best with a sweet tooth alongside him to happiness and newfound love. His syrupy, handsome face, gentle with the pooling of love deep within his wealthy heart, turns to hold her tender image with delicate precision, the glass figurine babied and so fragile, observation soft so as not to hurt or break her in any way. Knowing her fear was intense, feeling her taunt body longed to spring away from his, he remains utterly still, heart pounding with curiosity and a hundred, a thousand questions he could not answer...*
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