| Subject: -|-...-\-... Denial ...-/-...-|- |
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Shattered Soul
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Date Posted: 17:28:11 11/09/01 Fri
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-=- Warehouse -=-
's message, " /\|/\ ... Life on backorder ... /\|/\ " on 14:01:59 10/09/01 Tue
((eep, sorry I took so long. Was kind of having an rp-inability for a while, and well, I still am, but I never felt in the mood to write. Heh, here goes nothin!
+Life form takes on usual appearance, that of a crushed ice sculpture, flames licking at every square inch of mass, daring her to make a wrong move, to take that leap into the heart of burning torture. Now, a new conquest had been heavily weighted upon her shoulders, that of choosing one's destiny, a decision that could not be made through flipping a coin, or blurting out the first random comment that sliced its way into one's conscious being. What this soul was asking her to do was to draw out the path on unmappable territory, to sketch the different roads and countries through which he would be forced. For his own benefit, as she thought it to be, she did not possess any sort of pencil that could draw such a remarkable chain of events, and so his request was futile+ You know I can't do that. No matter how much you want me to, destiny is not something that can be chosen overnight. You must let it come to you, let it befall you... +Studying obviously weakened figure of brute, clicking tongue sends message of disappointment. How had she let him become so.. frial? Frame seemed to be carved from china, while features were drained of whatever electricity had once flown so freely through veins and once firm pelt. Unable to dare a look into surely maddened windows, female simply remains still, having been frightened by hissing voice, no matter how weak a form it had been conjured by+ It is obvious to me that I have done nothing but weaken you. I can't help you.. I don't deserve, let alone want the responsibility of causing you deeper pain, whether it be mentally or physically... I'm only fooling you, and myself by thinking my presence does any sort of good... +Sighing softly, femme takes a moment to breathe in what she thought to be one last glimpse of stallion before allowing iron screws to twist upon muddy terrain, digging deep scabs within supple earth, haunches now facing hidden ivories within stud's dial. Ivory tassel flicking gently to the side, female begins slow retreat+ Just.. make sure you take care of yourself. Get some water, some food, and clean that wound.. Goodbye... Warehouse.......
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