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Date Posted: 09:06:18 08/24/02 Sat
Author: .malice.
Author Host/IP: 12-217-225-175.client.mchsi.com / 12.217.225.175
Subject: .a vindictive tone.

.It was with mild indifference that he stepped forward this day; thus the feeling was presented on his face as only pulsing rage at himself. He had not come to the VATH for so long, there was no excuse he could think up, and he wouldn't even try to. Perhaps it was not his place to be among those who thought themselves to be the best fighters? He could not think that, though, and a somber, silent cry was released. Cautiously stepping forward, he shaded his eyes, pride flickering, then completly sputtering out. A fearless eye was placed on the lands of the Vindictive Amazons, where they roamed and ruled. He felt as if he were betraying them not to come, and yet the same feeling was possesed within him when he did come. The day he had signed up, trying to become one of them, what was he thinking? Only of the glory, not of the things he must do. It was difficult, and slowly anything he held within the VATH was slipping away from his grip. He was inactive, and definatly not the best fighter there, but all the same he found himself clearing a fence by coming back, all the same cowering behind it, as if fearful. But who wouldn't be? Had they, if the Vindictive Amazons wished to release their anger upon him, he would be far to an easy target, and so if he had any brains in his head, he would go now. Obviosuly, though, that was insaulting himself. Had he any brains, he would've resigned from the VATH, but he didn't have those brains, and he wasn't going to give up what he had allowed to adorn himself. His lapse in appearances, his lack of skill, didn't it lead to one ultimate choice? He was out; go away you pathetic Malice! The words had not yet been spoken, however, and so he had remained. He, Malice, had stayed behind. And under this harsh realization did it strike him. Was this not the reason Ludicrous had thought of shutting the VATH down? And now, this was sheer proof that maybe he ought to. But it hurt inside to say those words. He had tried once, and there were a select few that did--the others, well forget them! Whoever cares? But in saying that, he, also would be cast out. The burden would be off his back, but it was not just shimmer. He would be disgraced, the Vindictive ones may forever banish him, and that included his own King, Retribution. Vindictive Amazon Retribution, a slow eye was casted out to the shore, where those who had earned their place among the Vindictive ones watched--laughed, and it all seemed directed toward him. Oh, he was pitiful(sp). He was hardly deserving of being a part of the herd, the renowned VATH--he was a disgrace anyway, even if it had not been spoken out against him. And so with no confidence, and no pride did he head into the meadows in which they battled, and with the closest relitive to fear as well. Standing clear of any action, he paced the outskirts, he knew not of what to do, he was sorely abandoned. A temptation flooded him for mere seconds, to go shout out, "I'm back!", but he restrained himself. He was not back, and that was for sure. So he developed a sort of routine in those few moments, murrmering the same words everytime the routine was completed, and the next began. He was Malice, the unworthy--the disgraced, the stupid. But finally, he found the courage to approch the leader of the Vindictive ones, Ludicrous. The trek toward the stud was the worst, hardest one he had ever done in his life. The terrian was flat, stretched out for a short distance, it was indeed not the terrian that held him back from reaching the stag. It was within him--the Vindictive Amazon was known for his vengance, he would surely not pity him now. Malice, you are stupid. And with that tone he found himself before the stag. There was no turning back now, no turning around with your tail between your legs, might as well speak, Malice! He hissed within his head, but still he remained silent. Well, then, show the proper respect first--THEN speak. And he did so. Bowing slowly, he brought his head upward, gazing at the stud. Finally, he did speak, the words coming from a parched throat, but all the same he did manage to speak.

I have been foolish.
There is nothing I can do to change that.
I, sir, am Malice
I recently became a member of the VATH.
But even so I am a fool--
Inactivity is a plauge here,
And I just got infected.
If anything, what may I do
To show my worth?
For surely I am on very thin ice now.



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