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Date Posted: 15:49:43 03/17/01 Sat
Author Host/IP: NoHost/216.18.108.134
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Never The Less
's message, "<(~)><(~)><(~)>---...The mists surround her, shrouding her, holding her in an ivory mist which consumes her muscled figure...---<(~)><(~)><(~)>" on 11:00:56 03/17/01 Sat
-- The stallion stands atop the hill, hooves pressing upon the merals soil so slightly that a feather could not compare. Parched lips wrap themselves around the shoots of grass, though he does not detatch them from their fibery roots. He is uninterested in life, love and happiness, his history of heartbreak now almost too terrible for his tiny heart to bear. Thos in the past had stabbed at him through invisible walls, taking no notice of his shattering heart, not caring what wounds they inflicted upon him. From here is where the crystal tears flowed... his past of failed love, of given hatred... the tears stung his eyes, never leaving, though always invisible... he lifts his head from the grass his parched lips rejected, and wals to a nearby tree... he can almost hear the cry that danced toward him, though it was like a ghost... it vanished so quickly, he could not comprehend the call... he lays down, mahogany limbs folding neatly below him... he rests his head upon the grass, and almost falls asleep. He slips out of consciousness, the pain... the sorrow... all feelings of sadness melting away with his drifting mind... suddenly, the silence is broken... orbs snap to attention... in the distance he sees her.. the femme of pure beauty...... his body rises of the earth, brown orbs grasping the sight of her, never wanting to let go. Her beauty is perfect... the vixen rears, hind legs supporting her feather form with ease.. then, the call reaches him. Her lips part, releasing the call that echos over the valley, it sprints toward his cupped lobes, their paper-thin linings awaiting the harmonious sound..... his heart fills with joy and laughter as the sound fills him.. orbs dance over the female.. he rears up, forehoofs pushing themselves from the earth, forcing him upward. Onyx stones slash at the air like hers..... reaching out to her... hoping to capture her soul... with his towering position follows a deep call... it forms from within his heart, and blasts itself from awaiting lips.... it follows his direction to the mare, forcing itself through the raging wind... the wind that seemed to work with the hatred within him... trying to destroy his call.. all he could do now was wait... hope... wonder if it would reach her. He stands, tail flowing like a broken river in the wind, orbs hoping to see her catch the call he wished would reach her.....--
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