| Subject: ~*~Fallen Angel~*~The Weary Wanderer~*~ |
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~*~Abaddon~*~
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Date Posted: 18:19:49 03/13/04 Sat
In reply to:
E.H
's message, "-| Prince of blood and ice |-" on 03:09:50 02/29/04 Sun
Svelte silver tempestress stood, trembling on the edge of vertigo, near the boundaries of the lands where couples met, locked in the eternal embrace thay called...love. The word meant nothing to Abaddon, who had recieved none in earlier times. Many times she dreampt of a homw she did not remember, and those that took care of her, and held her close to them. These memories only came when fatuige catches up with the wanderer...easily forgotten, snatched away by nights evil grasp. In the mountains that were a temporary roam for herself, there were really no seasons, nothing to tell the time by. She relied on the changes in her body to tell the time, and at the moment, her estrus was upon her, sending the sweet scent of heat into the air, allowing it to be carried by light zephyrs to who-knows-where. No human can calculate the memories of an equine, it is not for them to know. A vauge recollection of times before still reside locked away in a forgotten corner of a tortured mind. She stands, blissfully unaware of the past she once lived in. As she stood, pools covered by their own moisturizing lids, the faint, mysterious scent of the testosterone driven race reached her paper-thins, sending waves of confused eelight coursing through her. She left her dream riddled state to wander towards him and the flicka of his blood.
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