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Date Posted: 18:00:34 04/16/05 Sat
Author: ...V.E.N.U.S...
Subject: Re: A little winged filly
In reply to: Elf Child 's message, "A little winged filly" on 22:32:06 04/15/05 Fri

>Elf Child breathed in the air to fill her lungs,
>earging herslef not to cry. TOday was a big day for
>her, she had decided that today would be her choosing
>day, the day where she and a mare would bond and then
>she would have a new mummy.
>The sight of the mothers and their foals made her sad
>yet happy and she didn't understand it, she was one
>that liked her own way and not understanding was not
>her way.
>The sun light was warm on her coat and it soothed her
>nerves slightly making it easier to breath. The light
>reflected off her honey brown coat making her appear
>as either an elusive trap from the darq or a beautiful
>angel from the light when infact she was neither. As a
>neglected, lost child she had made up her mind clearly
>to be a rebel.
>She felt the grass beneath her hooves and it tickled,
>forcing her to laugh, wich must have sounded strange
>to others around because she had started crying aswell.
>Having a rejected feeling in her heart she turned to
>food and started sniffing and grazing on the grass
>hoping it would fufill her requirements. Although it
>tasted seet and fresh like none she had ever had, it
>didn't leave her feeling full, she still felt empty
>and that a part of her was missing.
>The sounds of birds in trees and other animals
>scampering about did not make her happy today as they
>usual did. Today the world sang a sorrowful song to
>her ears to suit her mood.
>"Could anybody love a little winged horse?" she asked
>the trees and flowers as she passed them, acting as
>though they could really hear her.

.:.I was dubbed Venus.:.
.:.And brought upon this land 5 Winters ago.:.
.:.I was stainedEbony.:.
.:.And cursed a Fae.:.
.:.My ancestors were lined both Egyptian Arabian andQuarter Horse.:.
.:.My soul isneither pure, nor dark.:.
.:.My heart belongs to none.:.
.:.My history is for me and me only.:.

.::.I'm.Your.Venus.Your.Desire.::.

.:.The canopy of trees kept her well hidden in the shadows. Her ebony coat was as black as the night sky, and was near impossible to see at times. This did not reflect her heart though. No, in fact it was kind. yet sometimes, the blackness that sleeps withen us all would awake in her. Then, you would be wise to hide from her rath.:.

Slowly the fairy let herself me known to those around her. Placing one sure-footed dagger after another. The sunlight danced on her coat. Making the tulips, and bright green forest grass look dull. It was her gift, she would be your desire.....None could resist the temptation of a mare like her. She was irrisistable.:.

The wind played with her mane as she walked along the dirt path. The fairy did not know where it lead, but was sure it held a great many secrets. Some terrible, and some good. Everyone has terrible things they preferre to hide from others. This path was no different.:.

The mare soon came upon a bay. The salty sea water could me smelt now, and a mist was in the air. Looking around, the ebony mare spotted a little one. Why would one so little come here by itself. Pore thing. The mare picked up a stronmng for beat giat as she decended the clif that lead to the bay and the tiny filly. The slop had a treacherous climb down, but that was no problem for the sure-footedness of her linage.:.

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