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Armond
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Date Posted: 13:45:10 06/04/01 Mon
In reply to:
Shatter
's message, "He lies there, still, and silent as the storm rolls on out of control......" on 19:31:03 06/02/01 Sat
The stallion moves his nose, tring to feel for a pulse underneath Shatter's cold skin...there is none... The gerks his head back, not believing it...how can he? The grits his teeth, and tenses his muscles. The realization of what just happened before his eyes now hits him with full-force... Shatter is dead. He shakes his head fron side to side, feeling the warm blood from his own body running down his cold and soaked flesh. His sorrow turns to anger, as the thinks of Cortez and Mandabar, of Sirius and Satan... and himself. He lets this happen, let them kill off his oldest and dearest friend. His chest exploseds and he throws back his head, his eyes closed and his voice barely being heard over the furt of the storm ~*~NO SHATTER!~*~ he bellows, but no one can hear him no matter how hard he tries, nor can the horse laying next to him in the mud, the rain and hail pleting his once full of movement and a soult aht could never have been turned bacl with hate and rage, now it is only still and lifeless. Armond keeps his eyes closed as his voice grows hoarse and he lowers his head. He shakes it from side to side, leaning from side to side on his four wobbly legs. He falls to his knees, arching his neck and putting his face close to the body of Shatter. A hot tear runs down his face, and lands umung the others on Shatter's coat. The storm whips by, and he stays there, not moving. His mind is flooded and seems to no longer work, and he cannot bring himself to opens his eyes to see Shatter's still form...
A long time passes, how long he does not know nor care to try and figure out. He cannot feel anything, his legs and muscles are stiff and cold, but his minds starts to come back to him. He opens his eyes, though they hold a dazed look about them as he stares at Shatter's body, the mud coming up and over some parts of his legs as well as his own. Armond gets up slowly, not even seeming to know what he is doing. The whole time he keeps his gaze locked on Shatter, even when he bends down and digs under his barrel, flipping and pulling him up onto his soaked back. Armond tears his gaze away from the stallion's body now, and turns to make his way to the Caves, draging Shatter along in the mud and rain and wind...
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