| Subject: |:| ...chaotic confusion... |:| |
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Lyphe
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Date Posted: 18:14:42 04/01/02 Mon
In reply to:
Eden Forever
's message, "†Eternal Guilt†" on 13:08:27 04/01/02 Mon
|:| ... bitterness, anger, hatred, all seemed to dull for but a flash of a second, as an understanding was gain'd - now he knew - though but only a second it lasted ere 'fleshy' instincts overruled his mind . resentment fill'd dark lenses as bronze equid rose, th' picture of nobility - strength after th' initial shock had return'd to lethal pistons . he glared down at th' raven one on th' earthen floor, flutted orilles pinning against his heighten'd skull ... |:| Yes, you were a fool... Because after you left I starved till I had teeth to chew with... I stole milk to survive... I became a yearling amidst a group of colts 3 years older than me! I was beaten, bashed, and could do nothing because I was too small... That is when The Devil found me. He took me in. He trained me to fight. He tought me hatred. Hatred for you, and all peaceloving creatures of this wretched earth. I grew old, I left him, I found a territory and I herded mares there... But now I care not, all I want to do is die.. but death evades me. I have nothing, I want nothing - 'cept death. |:| ... voice broke off roughly, 'flesh' refusing to be interupt'd by his soul - weakened by lack of use, lack of attention . steel shell rippl'd with raw muscle, sinew and bone, but inside - deep and hidden from any living creature - there was he - th' weak abandoned colt of so long ago - whithering away - wanting so much to reach out and touch this steed, his father, his true father - alive as he once hoped he'd be ... his heart was painted black through years of training, but buried beneath it was one that was willing to live and let live, to trust, to hope, to dream: buried deep, deep down beneath th' harden'd layers ... phantom fury snorted sharply and rose onto powerful hinds, lethal nails scraping th' sky ere he lower'd again, singular fore cuffing th' raven steed 'cross th' cheek . he then spun around and fled, silently returning to th' dark chasms of shadow where none could see his emotions which flooded back again as his tail was turned to th' one hope he had ever had as a youth -- that his real father would return -- and now he had and now he was running away ... |:|
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