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Date Posted: 20:55:30 11/12/01 Mon
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's message, "- - - Sapere aude - Dare to know - - -" on 15:17:12 11/12/01 Mon
Indeed I am a monster they all say I am, the beauty within the monster relies only upon the outside... Monstrous actions they all thought were revolting, were actually glory, entertainment, the only attraction of a type of love I could get. They all were outsiders, I was the only one who could fit in, with death, a true friend that I could look up too, no other were like it, and no other was like me...True fact is, there is no other that craves the taste of death, of blood that leaks from the slicing flesh caused by my own actions. A cry of pain, a suffering creature that lie beneath my own figure, begging for mercy... Mercy.. what an interesting word, a word that could give delight to such animals as I, a short of forgiveness... for Pity... Pity for their own doings... What a shame, it’s a shame for me to want to hear the piercing cry of pain, a cry of help, a cry to let all know the end was near. The understanding of another such as myself is unattainable, un heard of, and truly unspoken of... How could I wish for something as stupid as that? Though, not exactly wishing, just slightly hoping that someone could know the same rush of adrenaline, the magnetic force that makes you want to continue to do it over and over time after time in different episodes. What a wonderful feeling it is, to feel the spirit of one’s life to slip away from you grasp, to attempt to haunt you after their living form was no longer there...Perhaps my thoughts were another’s, another that has experienced the same actions as I....But then again, it’s just a thought...
<~>Gargoyle beauty remains in equivalent position, trendles of thin mass of tail wrapping around powerful haunches of solid muscle mare, while muscles continue to tighten up, for not fastidious reason. Undemonstrative oculars of a depthless ending, black holes whirling around within them, no finish, nor even a start of emotions watch the steed in silence...No response given, only remaining unperturbed, jewels glued to the strange steed...<~>
<~> Despite of the silence she gives as a response, ashen lips of blood red color form slightly, as if to attempt to allow raspy, powerful, and angelic vocal’s to slip through, and to form clearly spoken words....Though fails. Standing position continues maintain her equilibrium, weight shifting slightly, neck coiling inwards as she glances t’wards the steed once more, letting the silence speak as her vocals for the time being, thinking carefully before finally let the silence slink away..<~> Greeting’s exiled one..<~>Insensitive, harsh, yet though also angelic in it’s own way, beauty speaking for itself as it always had before..<~> All you need to know is I am The Fate, temptress of death, a tenaciously fem, perhaps the most tenacious mare or equine you may ever meet..<~>Responds to his question, smirk playing upon her ashen lips, watching him silently.<~> You must not be evil...Perhaps it is true, thou who asks the questions first may be a fool, and thou who decides not to answer, shall remain a fool forever...Therefore, perhaps we are both fools, you for speaking first, and for me answering...
heh, sorry sam, im not very good tonight, Im doing my essay..
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