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Date Posted: 14:01:59 10/09/01 Tue
(( To Shattered Soul ))
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~!~ Choking steed breathes heavily for a moment, fighting off the demons that pummeled him, dug claws beneath his ragged skin and tore, wound cracking open slightly as he twists restlessly beneath her. ~!~ ..D... don’t be afraid? But... how... can........ I am not afraid. No. I am not afraid. ~!~ Bitterly refusing her offer, he scowls immaturely at her, muzzle crinkled up in childish anger. Who was she to tell him of his feelings? Teeth clamping sharply together, dark lips pursed in irritation, he slumps over, turning away from her in silence. Sleep? No, not now. There was no way he could sleep. Not ever. ~!~ I won’t rest. ~!~ Once again stubborn, he pouts mercilessly, fresh ideas suddenly sparking to life to push away emotion. The slow filter of passion creeping into his blood, infiltrating the complicated twist of veins intertwining and supporting his weakened figure, he snorts rudely, to no one but his emotion, not allowing it to take grip upon his soul. He must remain strong. Forelegs suddenly lashing out, extended and thrust underneath him, he pushes upward, scratching at the raw turf to gain footing, wincing with a soft cry as blood clots fracture and break open. Determined grunt puffs from his snarled lips as he rises to his feet, swaying on limbs as if learning to use them for the first time, aching muscles screaming out in protest at his sudden move. Rocking violently back and forth, he stumbles drunkenly sideways, spitting forth a coughing groan as his fall is broken by the support of a nearby tree trunk. The strategically placed tree had been directly in the way of his wound, the gape lacerating as it falls upon the rough bark, and tears immediately jump to his soulful eyes, bloodshot and blank with agony. Thin trickle of blood dribbles down the length of his lips from his mouth, brought forth by the violent cough. Somehow, he manages to find words through his pain, defiant in the face of torture. ~!~ ... You.. see? I.. am fine... I can stand... and walk... see? I don’t.. need any sleep...... You know what? You took something away from me... but you see? I can get it back... it’s been here all along... I just.. dropped it for a little while. But I’m still like I always was... ~!~ .. at least I think I am. Unsure for a moment, steed drinks a long pause, wrestling with visions of emotion still lingering, struggling to regain what he had truly lost. His pride? His dignity, perhaps? Or was it his hatred? Why had he not killed this female, this one who had proceeded to torment him, tear him limb from limb? Rocking back for a moment, he dissolves half into shadow, numb vision bleak and disappearing for a moment. Face suddenly looming out of the darkness, he draws dangerously close to her own with a hiss, slithering voice hushed and somber as it snakes alongside her ear. ~!~ You made me lose my strength... but in doing that I have also lost my hatred... I have become a weak warrior. I am no longer fit to fight. What is there left for me now, if I cannot fulfill the destiny set for me by my father, a born fighter as I was? ~!~ Lacerating the tension between them, he wheels backward, fully aware of the pain in his side but completely ignoring it. ~!~ So what do I do now? I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I’m not well... you decide for me. You’ve already changed the world around me... so you pick my new destiny.
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