| Subject: ::::::- - - - - -****~~~~~Never The Less~~~~~****- - - - - -:::::: (sorry it took so long! homework!) |
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Exit Wounds
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Date Posted: 14:40:21 03/30/01 Fri
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--The frosted winds caress his bay form, their icy hands cluthing him, his barrel shivering with fright, with pain caused by the rush of cold. Mane flutters in a mess of obsidian over mahogany orbs, the orbs that struggled to catch sight of the femme before him... the wind carrying out its hateful duty to bind his heart from hers, to mask his voice from her lobes, halting all hopes he had for knowing this beauty that stood before him with such pure light... such pure emotion. He tossses his head in an attempt to push away the wind, the hating spirts which caught every emotion he sent into the air, his faith for his voice ending, knowing that it would not bring hiiim closer to her... still, a sharp nicker escapes his mouth, its rounded edges slicing through the wind like a dull sawblade, clearing a wide path for his voice to call to her lobes, the sound to dance around her own ears, caressing her heart and soul with the warmth that was so obviously missing from the climate surrounding them. The wind whistles around his ears like a haunting ghost, mind swirling, waiting for his voice to reach her, his nicker only a test to see if he could truly speak to her.... heart does not await an answer...-- M'lady, my name is Exit Wounds... --What more could he say to her to prove himself worthy of her prescence, their matching forms already so close to one another... he suddenly winds his muscles into a cluster of energy, his hoves once again taking flight in the gusts of wind, slashing hooves fighting against the wind current, struggling to hold himself above the earth, a loud trumpet is set forth from his chapped lips, eyes still locked upon the femme, hind hooves dancing over the ground as muscles ripple beneath his soft pelt... all hooves clash with the ground once more as the onyx stones reach their home once more, the white terrain that would soon be emerald... he steps closer to her, mind drawing him nearer, awaiting the mare to release her angelic voice from its tiny cage....--
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