Date Posted:15:19:27 10/14/02 Mon Author: (.The New Satan.) (.He is king over all of thou.) Subject: (.arrival.)
(.Jet titan races in, lightning flying from flints, thunder roaring from massive charcoal. A storm is born in the middle of the day, clouds turning dark in disgust that the king was here. They were angry, angry that he was back to ruin the day. Angry, angry, angry. Who cared? The storm raged on, expressing their own anger at the returning brujo. Why did he have to come back now? Muscular buck stops dead in his tracks. A few seconds pass while Friesian physique is still as a statue, no breath entering living lungs in the pause. And in a sudden flashing movement, bod was whipped into the air, lightning striking, a loud BOOM sounding through the now darkened sky. And but one sentence was roared upon the wind in a single shuddering breeze.) The king is here. (.Gasps arrise from the trees, shaking their leaves violently in protest and disbelief. Again the wind bears one reply.) Yess.... (.And it has come to be, that the king was again here. Fluttering midnight feathers dance around daggers, gleeful to be home where everyone and everything was afraid. Deathly afraid. Yes...so good to be home. Carved visage is held high in royalty, but not high enough to be said to be haughty. No...the king was not haughty. He knew the truth and only the truth. This is also what he told. As stocky masculine stopped atop a favorite lookout hill, he glanced silently at his cadre, seeing them for the first time since his departure. And from atop this hill, figure lept into the air, mane and tail flying like banners atop the wind.)
