VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: [1], 2, 3 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 15:46:21 05/27/01 Sun
Author: Opal Odess
Author Host/IP: 206.168.49.111
Subject: Peril strikes

A flash of brilliance illuminates the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder you see the silhouette of a well-built mare rear up dancing effortlessly as if suspended in space, front legs extended to their fullest, slicing through the muggy air. She gracefully dropped to all fours then immediately she exploded into a precariously fast gallop with the sound of a whip, as though a firecracker had gone off beneath her. As if faced by an unknown fear she dropped her haunches coming to a full halt but not hesitating a half second she wheeled around and shot off in the direction she had come. In a rage of fury she slid in mid air over sagebrush not even tucking her heels but having plenty of distance to spare between her and the bush. Another crash of thunder wields an ear-piercing whinny, sounding as though charging into battle. Her energy long since spent, She still flies along powered only by her will to live and the stamina of glory she held as her own. Defying gravity she spun around without slowing or losing ground. As if undecidedly so the pursuer was down on the ground, being repeatedly stamped to shreds by her flint sharp unshod hooves. Bright magenta flung across her velvet-soft nose, the smell of fresh blood not her own permeated the air and suffocated any present smell of the since past rain. Then grace fully dropping to the ground she lay in exhaustion defenseless against the wind drying the foam and rain from her coat of soft well-wicked fur.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.