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Date Posted: 19:04:48 11/17/01 Sat
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's message, " ......Falsely Accused......" on 19:36:48 11/13/01 Tue
What am I? So many otheres have asked me that question, and tart remarks of derrogatory notions seemed to be all that would spill forth from my lips. Why is that? Perhaps I've eluded the question, allowing it to sink into some other dimension, only to haunt me in my nightmares, and never see the light of day. Perhaps what I really am is my only fear. Now don't get me wrong here. Fear is not a bad thing. Fear does not show weakness, for courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear. I am not abstient of fear, but it does not control me either. I can set my thoughts aside and not become so paralyzed in the question of what I am, and I can focus upon what I should do instead. This is what makes me great. This is why I will continue to rise whilst others stumble upon their paths. This is why I am proud to be who I am, a child born in the midst of a battlefield, meant only for the eternal struggle of this mastery over my own fears. But maybe I've got it all wrong. Maybe I'm something completely different. Maybe I'm something that only some other soul will ever understand and know.
Silent nod is created as brute lets his vision slide randomly, glancing over a tree before whisking away like a bird, soaring through the treetops before latching to an anonymous hilltop. Muscles remain taught beneath the stained crimson pelt, brute merely listening to the sounds of silent pain and strife. There was something more to this female than she might ever let on, and he could do naught more than enjoy it while it lasted. Lips draw into a tight line, veiw finally turning to encompass the mare, thick cobwebs of forelock dashing before his eyes, obscuring his gaze slightly. Hooves plant firmly, rooting into the soil like plant stems, holding his ground. Thought easily creases upon his face, yet words take a long while to reach vocal chords. "Perhaps your words are truthful. You speak with such speed and confidence as though you've thought of such things a thousand times over. I've naught spoken with you for more than a few moments and already I can see an enigma with a painful past. I will be honest in saying that I don't find this interesting at all, for everyone has their sob stories of broken dreams and such, and every evil has some story for why they are so. I've also noticed, in the short time I've been here, that you seem to want to attack me, and yet you don't. Quite confusing, I must say. But none the less, it's enough of a sign for me that I shall be moving on. It's not fear that drives me away you know, just the simple fact that I'm in no mood for blood right now. Have a nice day." Skull bobs lightly as grin plasters upon ashen lips, male turning a bit as movements start, one limb striding out before another follows, whip-like tail lashing out at flanks as he does so.
[Just a reminder, I won't be back till the 25ish....]
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