| Subject: ~!~ ... Pain ... ~!~ |
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Bad River
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Date Posted: 14:40:18 10/01/01 Mon
In reply to:
Illusion
's message, "[ comfort ]" on 09:24:05 09/30/01 Sun
~!~ Dying steed gasps for breath, grasping to his last hint of life, clinging as tightly as possible to hope. Shuddering violently, thrashing around for a moment, he spreads out full length with a groan, collapsed into a wilted pile, silver hide darkened with the sweet lather of sweat, jaw working impossibly hard as he struggles for air. Panting desparatly, bubbles foam at the corners of his mouth, jaw rotating, teeth chomping together, insanity working at his mind. No... this could not be happening... this could not.... Moaning softly, muscles cramp and release, body wracked with seizures, jerking where the mouthful of icy water strikes. Low groan follows, voicing his pain, wishing to keep silent but unable to fight the wishes of his disease. Unable to think straight, he focuses on Lusi's foot, the only thing he can make out from his position in the grass. Keeping his mind on the compact horn, he traces each line, pushing pain away as he follows the slender curve of the cup, the only thing keeping him straight. A violent serious of coughs strikes, and he snaps violently away, spinning off into dizziness once again....... ~!~
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