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Date Posted: 14:08:55 06/23/02 Sun
Author: Fallen
Subject: ºI'm, I'm...independantº

ºon which one so maturley depended upon, was the herbage. Trailing limbs of willow, of ivy, of any plant life in the lands, was one's means of cover. Leafy boughs, overhanging swamps. Single bushels of greenery, suprisingly were one's sanity. Yet within these lands, it seemed there to be almost none. Not to be unexpected; since arrvial, no unearthly light had penetrated the ensnaring and trailing fogs that maskes the lands in perpetual dimness. Setting was alright with one; if not one means of hiding, another was to be found and taken into everyday lifestyle; the mists proved to be an excellent replacement. Nails move without care through lands trampling what little there was underfoot. Half moons were left in a trail; youth did not know of how to hide them yet. Training of life, of survival, had unfortunatley been halted by unexpected arrival of a vistor. He had come often to this one's family; often in many different forms. Firstly the sickness; one down, two to go. Secondly, the canines; two down, one to go. The third, to this creatures dismay. had never come. The irony of it all, the utter ironic turn of events, that death had not taken the sibling, had swept by in an ever confusing mass of thoughts which still haunted, alike the memories. Nasal cavaties flare, minute dial lifted above concealing condensation for mere moment before lowered one more. Single scent was all it took; this much had one learned on owns terms. Solitude, the final freedom from sibling had done this side of the kin well; ribs did not protrude, and mane was well-kept, silken and as well as strong. Thing stub of plumage flicks about beginning of muscles on twin haunces. Onyx flints pause in mid-step, lithe appendage held above terra before letting it fall once more. Hearing sense, acute, swivels. Lupines; a pack. Yet equine scent was with them as well...dial is shook once more, indecison preaviling. Sighing inwardly, colorless filla makes way towards sparsely placed grouping, coffees trained upon area which belle was to make apperance. Mists part and out steps youngling into full viewº

...Everbody needs somebody sometimes...


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