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| Subject: P.ainter's P.erfection | |
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] Date Posted: 20:50:58 03/05/04 Fri The cremello mare walked slowly on the beach, following the water's edge. Her tail drug on the ground, her hooves made soft crunching sounds as they were pressed against the grainy sand. She lifted her gaze to the beautiful white moon shining down on her delicate features. She pressed her self foreward again, walking a bit slower. Her eyes began to close as she floated into REM. Here eyes moved rapidly behind their lids. Suddenly, she bolted, running straight into the ocean. The mare tucked her her head down, neck forming a perfect arch as she waded through the freezing water. The mysterious creature let out a soft whinny as she made her way back to the shore. When her hooves touched dry sand, she looked around wildly. Eyes. they were everywhere. She could feel them pressing down on her, sufficating her. They were heavier than the night in all its glory You couldnt help but think that she was crazy. But was it that? Was she mad, or was it something else? [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Daughter of Time [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 04:55:49 03/06/04 Sat [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Monet [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 17:12:31 03/06/04 Sat The mare colapsed from her short excursion into the pulling tide. Her senses came alert with the signs of a horse nearby. She lifted her head from the ground, searching for the other creature. Spying the queen, she struggled to stand. Finally up, she wobbled for a few seconds then stood firm. Monet's Head went down in a low bow. When she could reach no more, she swiveled her eyes up to the other mare. She didn't speak, she was not one to talk often, but her eyes showed kindness, welcome, yearning, and a touch of fright. Once more she looked around nervously. She had seen the shadows move and hiss before, in another realm. She was being chased. By what, she did not know, but she seeked safty and belonging. Perhaps the queen and her kingdom could provide it... [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |