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Date Posted: 17:39:40 10/10/01 Wed
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's message, " /\|/\ ... Life on backorder ... /\|/\ " on 14:01:59 10/09/01 Tue
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>(( 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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