| Subject: -:|:- bold step |
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The Sunchaser
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Date Posted: 22:51:32 02/11/02 Mon
Author Host/IP: 152.163.213.193
Of spanish origin, the silver steed stepped forth. No words, nor sounds were given unto the situation, indigo night enfolding behind him, letting the phisique of silver be known in brightness. Orbs of azule shifted not, they set straight upon unruley in undaunted challenge. Two stallions, two colts, and two mares. They were all fools. He could tell from this distance that they lacked self control, none more so than the mare Unruley. He made no forthward attempts, the simple task of standing there screaming unbearable silence into their ears .. three .. two .. one .. before all of them would blow up in rage and fire, rush to attack him. Nothing was unexpected, he had seen it before. Muzzle was tucked to his chest, neck arched, milky azule horn lowered to deathly point; fighting position. Come as they may, the horn was blood thirsty. The gaze never left Unruley. How long would it be 'till she recognized him? The steed of her nightmares, without laying touch 'pon her hide, had he not haunted her undauntingly over all these years? The last she ever saw her beloved mother alive, an agonizing scream brought forth from his horn. He was The Sunchaser, the one who killed her mother. Here to take advantage of her 'unruly' behavior, her lack of self control. "I have been looking for you, Unruley." Had she ever wondered where her tricks of smouldering smoke and fire had come from? Her dame did the same. Sunchaser had fought it before. Sunchaser had conquered it before. Yes, he was ready.
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