| Subject: |:| ...viscious cycle... |:| |
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Lyphe
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Date Posted: 10:45:17 04/01/02 Mon
In reply to:
Eden Forever
's message, "†Aid From The Unknown†" on 07:11:55 04/01/02 Mon
((After Adele died and you left, Lyphe went wandering and a stallion here called The Devil found him and took him in as a son. He trained him and gave him a home. Though Lyphe has always struggled with evilness. He lives off pure instinct/wit - his "flesh" to which I refered to in my last post - and refuses to listen to his soul which would tell him he was not who he was raised to be. Inside he's always struggled between good and evil, TD's daughter Devil's Playground, understands, she's seen it in him - she's the only one he can go to. You'll eventually meet her if you stick around :) hehe... anyways... on with the post...))
|:| ... a mixture of emotions flood'd his mind and stole his breath away, giving no chance for him to evade them as he'd always done, no chance even for him to scream ... burnish'd steed stood as if ready to fall beneath th' weight of a hundred years worth of torture... and, as if struck suddenly in the knees by a sack of bricks he did fall - a pitiful sight to see - and one he wished none he knew would ever witness . heavily, muzzle sank to th' coppice soil, laced orilles slackening as form grew limp . this could not be happening . what had he ever done to deserve a life like this? . bronze equid lay as he had fallen, body cold to th' marrow, as if in death . nothing could have prepared him for this ... bitter orics at last lifted - anger, guilt, saddness all mingling uncheck'd within thier forbidden depths . a voice like a rasp upon steel emitting vocals, enough to freeze a world of happiness and turn it bleek with sorrow ... |:| Why did you return here? You deserted me! You left me in the cold! |:| ... slowly building strength light'd th' anger in his voice as he watch'd th' astonishment come into th' black steed's face ... |:| That's right.. It's me father! Lyphe! The son you once said you'd see grow old... and the same son you left alone to starve! |:| ... bitter lenses closed out the world, memories of his mother's death flooding into view . how he wanted to escape; to die; to live this wretched world behind; nothing now was there to hold him back save th' concious he refused to listen to ... |:|
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