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Subject: ~!~<>~!~<>~!~<>~!~<>~!~>>> ... Equi ... <<<~!~<>~!~<>~!~<>~!~<>~!~


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Date Posted: 19:15:54 04/14/01 Sat
Author Host/IP: A050-0401.FLNT.splitrock.net/63.252.145.147
In reply to: Equi 's message, "«»«»«»--- Painting Ordered Chaos ---«»«»«»" on 11:29:40 04/11/01 Wed

*Her darkened gaze flickers out, black candlelight from a solar flare, extinguished in a single rush of breath, flattened out to nothing. Empty, chilled, she curls her trim neck around his tighter, pinching him further into her side, not allowing him to leave, to move, ever.* Equi... please, hush... you are so weak... *Forcing her cramped lids to peels back, confronting the horrid sight of his crimson blood, flooding in endless pools from the immense gash in his side, she shudders violently, breath choked in her slender throat. So full of fear, the mess of blood threatening to shatter everything she had ever grown to trust, her breath quickens, snapping her lungs full with snarled, rapid strokes of air, expelling it just as swift, drawing nothing to support her. Unable to face the prospect that she might lose this magnificent steed, her tender mind reels, hazed over with the sickening stench of blood and sweat, caking everything in it’s curling path. Chest heaving with the effort, ivory teeth clenched and sawing in remorse, she shivers quietly, voice muffled and tender to the touch.* My dearest, sweet one, Equi... you’re going to be alright, do you hear me? You are going to be fine, I promise... I swear... This is my fault, this is all my fault... if I hadn’t left, you wouldn’t have chased me and slipped... if I wouldn’t have been to begin with, you would be happy with Heart now... *Reckless with lashing pain and guilt, shameful that she had ever come across this stud, had ever breathed in silken air, had ever been born, thoughts slap angrily through her electric mind, flashing on a current much to swift and dangerous, threatening to spill it’s contents for all time. I have to leave him, I was the one who caused this, she thinks silently, thin eyelids clamped over each darkened eye. It’s for the best... all I bring him is pain... and the other mare, too... I’m just a burr, just a nuisance... I have to leave... there is no other way. Concepts screaming across her ridged mind, leaving skid marks around each corner, shrieking blind echoes across each crevasse, she drapes her head delicately across his shoulder, stilled by his terrifying, uneven breathing. * Equi... I... We.. all have things we have to leave behind.. we all have to be hurt sometime... and... I just can’t stay... I have to go, I must leave you... I can’t see any way around it... You may be an immortal, but I am not. I am no goddess. You can love two with these powers, but I cannot even find the strength to ignore jealousy. I wish I could... oh! I wish I could somehow... *All five senses sharpened, heightened with passionate fear and worry, her black eyes ring with the sight of the crimson stain across his darkened coat, ears crack forward, straining to catch each and every cherished breath, touch is chilled with each new break of sweat from him, paper nostrils fill with the stench of rot and butchery, taste purring with the feel of his blood upon her lips, tongue.* I... I just don’t know what to do anymore... I thought I did once... I was wrong...

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