| Subject: ::::::- - - - - -****~~~~~Never The Less~~~~~****- - - - - -:::::: |
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Date Posted: 11:00:15 04/07/01 Sat
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Exit Wounds
's message, "::::::- - - - - -****~~~~~Never The Less~~~~~****- - - - - -:::::: (sorry it took so long! homework!)" on 14:40:21 03/30/01 Fri
--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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