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Subject: ‡Hell‡ Author: Demonic [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:58:10 11/23/02 Sat In reply to: +Trust+ 's message, "+Whisper+" on 08:41:30 11/23/02 Sat ‡Lucifer's Own‡ ‡The steed, though pushed aside and thought to be dead, lived. His lids open to show black streaked crimson orbs. A loud snort emits and he raspily speaks to the silv'n mare near‡ "Trust, you were shocked at my words, but since you are the victor and my slayer I must ask of you one thing. Take care of Heavenly and our colt." ‡A genuine simper graced his horrific features as he though fondly of his demon bearer as he lay there dying. He had loved her, but his pride wouldn't allow him to tell her so, now it was too late...or was it. A red gem, ruby in being, fell from the locks of his mane, a silver swirl mixed in it and he brought down his horn upon it. A message that only the demon bearer and their son would know passed on into. His horn now lay at Trust's hooves broken from his dial from the collision with the stone.‡ "Trust, please, take this to her, please. I did love her, but now it is too late to tell her so. I am sorry M'lady..............sorry" ‡His last word left him along with his last breathe. Lids closed and the beast laid still‡ ‡At Rest In Hell‡ ‡Lucifer's Own‡ ‡Demonic Pride‡ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date His eyes widened as the 'dead' stallion spoke. Wind Storm 11:10:22 11/26/02 Tue +Sigh+ -- +Trust+, 11:55:19 11/26/02 Tue He lowered his muzzle to her in a soothing nuzzle. -- Wind Storm, 13:40:14 11/27/02 Wed