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Beyond The Mist
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Date Posted: 18:51:20 03/21/01 Wed
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The lightly dappled gray steed was certainly a warrior. Tough muscles covering his body, thick pelt, strong bones, and the skills and experience. Standing in the shadows, the gentle mist surrounding him at the midnight hour, he snorted softly, his breath spiraling away from his flaring nostrils in gentle ivory wisps. The mist built up around him, as though upon his command. The steed welcomed the icy air, let it caress his body, his heart, his soul. He let his mind wander, noting that few were out when the moon was high. It was as usual. Only the evils dared the chilling night.
The steed continued to watch, his darkened mane spilling across his neck and withers, pouring down like a waterfall, clinging on at the end, before slipping away. His tail followed along, spilling past his hocks, nearly brushing against the ground. Sharp auditives swivel atop his poll, their concaved feature drawing in the sounds of the other equines. He cool gaze washes over the land, noting all the silent details that most would miss. Most were in a hurry. Always rushing about their boring lives, thinking that the faster they go, the longer they could last. None could last. All would perish when it was due time, no matter how quickly they had taken the steps there. The road of life always came to the same conclusion.
The steed drew up his head, letting the silent beams of chilled moonlight wash upon his features, those of a wonderful andalusian, a proud specimen. The soft shadows shift as the moon rounds her way around the earth yet another time. The steed stands and watches, waiting. Life was not a race, and he was sure to remember that. Letting the gentle sunrise awaken his senses, he takes a step back, the soft mist covering his silent body. Although the warm sun attempted to push away the dark clouds hanging about the steed, all remained as though it were the dead of night. The steed liked it that way. The mist was his sanctuary. It provided comfort when none other would. When none other could. With one powerful ebony hoof, the steed stomped, the mist washing upon his body, hiding him from view of the others, of their judging gazes, their uncaring hearts. None could tame the beast within. None could melt his icy heart. And he knew it. He dared not hope. Hope was not something he deserved, and he would never gain any. He knew this, as he slipped beneath his blanket of chilling air once more, dark gaze watching the hurried life before him.
Name: Beyond The Mist
Breed: Andalusian
Gender: Stallion
Color: Gray
Age: Unknown
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