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Date Posted: 08:32:59 08/26/02 Mon
Author: Space Oddity
Subject: ◦ nothing remains ◦




*The darkness cloaks these lands in its warm embrace, the smell of old blood and satanic worship hanging powerfully in the air, sweetly intoxicating. Amongst the trees, withering, ancient and sickly as they are, a solitary figure can be seen. Light and dark hues are blended in this stranger's pelt, the ebon gleaming like the grim reaper's scythe, the ivory shining like the flash of light exploding just before a vampire's turning. The form begins a slow approach, onyx talons digging deeply into the browning turf, brackish ivories bared in an arrogant sneer. Muscles ripple beneath dual-painted hide, contracting and expanding with each sweeping step. The bruja halts, lobes lacing to poll, tangled forelock flying from vision as she tosses her head. Her features are chiseled, set and worn - not with age, but with experience and more trying events than most have ever hoped to see in their lifetimes. Having been born into a family of pure blood, a small clutch of peace-loving, good individuals - she received much scolding for her rebellion, but her desire for blood grew stronger as the years went by, until she no longer cared what her parents or siblings thought of her; she was a child of darkness, progeny of the dark lords of old. She halts suddenly, squarely, mane tumbling down arched neck as she peers around, scorn glinting in her dark eyes. Tilting cranium slightly, she surveys the other equines, all who claim to be evil. Yet, respect is given - hardly a new concept, though one barely used in her past. A smirk plays upon blackened labrums and she speaks, voice thick with serpentine venom, words poisonous yet, perhaps tantalizing. It depends entirely upon the listener* In truth, this is the beginning of nothing, and nothing has changed, yet everything has changed. In truth, this is the beginning of an end, and nothing has changed, yet everything has changed. In your fear of what we have become, take to the fire. Now we must burn. All that we are, rise together, through these clouds, as on wings. *Her prophecy, her creed. Accepted or not, it rings true. The essence of evil is not fighting nor hatred - though it is indeed part of it. No, the true evil is a way of being, not present for purposes of trendiness nor 'the rage', but simply because those who are evil believe in evil, believe in the triumph of Satan over Jesus and are loyal to such. And so she continues to smirk, continues to breathe slowly and evenly, and continues to watch the other dark ones mingle, waiting for approval, waiting for acceptance*


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