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. . . D i s t a n t . . .

Onyx lobes slam upon pole, utter disgust issued in piercing call towards heavens. He was the devil of hell, confined in the body of an equine, or so it seemed. Unshod forehoof dug deeply into the fruitful Terra. Molten orbs rimmed with white, movements flowed gracefully as neck arched then extended. Sharp cries interrogated the stallion's hearing, closing the vast quarters of his superior's land to a mere cubic feet. Balking noise of disgust issued forth from parched and abused vocals.

Hocks departing from position underneath signal release of the once jailed hellion. Control flies free, rocketing steed forwards into the darkening horizon. For it had only begun and it would finish far along in the time of the night. Another chilling scream echoed into the night as the stallion battled on within, sweat lathering upon sides heavily. Foam appears at muzzle as the massive beast continues to over exert himself, pushing onwards still harder. Purging himself of the "evil" within.

Only in the early morning did the figure cease to move. Pink flesh of frothy nostrils unviewed as black figure collapses in a collection of stones, fatigue after his rage pulling him into the abyss of darkness. For it was now late in the evening and early in the morning. Only the heavy breathing of the heap of flesh signaled the stallion's sould had still decided to reside within. Sweat laiden sides mechanically pulling upwards before heaving downwards once again.

There the devil's own creation lay, ravaged from the inside out . . . a mass of ruined flesh and bone. Yet by the light of morning the stallion would be upright once more as if the "battle" had never occured, a mere nightmare in the eyes of others . . . leaving them wonder if they themselves were ever at risk.

And perhaps they were, more then they had ever wished to acknowledge.

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• ooc: ...nice message.... (NT) -- Jena (player of Luke, Dev, Insomnia), 09:49:25 06/11/01 Mon
  • ((Ooc=Yeah, I was feeling really crappy yesterday, the entire thing sucked in both writing skills and ideas lol. Oh well, we don't all have our good days.)) (NT) -- Sarah aka Apollo's Destruction, 17:50:29 06/11/01 Mon