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Date Posted: 11/23/03 2:24pm
Author: Spectral Ice
Subject: ...burning ice...
In reply to: Linz and Rush 's message, "*shrugs*" on 11/22/03 11:50am

Dainty Arabian filly laughs softly from the concealed niche in which she dwelt, a tinkling ripple of silven notes, refreshing to the auditory, yet 'neath the lovely bubbling sound was a chilling iciness, a burning emptiness which gnawed at the ear, a lingering aftertaste of devouring, dissolving hatred. Hooves lifted and fell together prettily as she paced aimlessly, yet unseen by those she watched, shining hide gleaming softly like new snow. The frothy beauty's conformation is flawless, perfect, gorgeous in every aspect, so gorgeous you feel a tight hurt in your throat, as though you would burst into sobs. Her achingly beautiful face is exquisitely chiseled, dished and tapering to a tiny sooty teacup muzzle, with an angelic, innocent look. Indeed, her entire appearance is angelic, white like a swan and naive like a virgin. Only her eyes betray her. They are black, burning with an icy hatred for all, and smolder coldly. Frozen embers, icy coals, empty, soulless pools with a horrible demonic aura of one who has sold their very soul, their very essence to the powers of hell. In the smouldering icicles is a burning emptiness, a piercing, searing hatred. Soot-tipped banner flags behind her, silken strands floating blithely in the breeze. She is angelic...and ghostlike.
Watching the scene before her, she laughs silently again, the soulless aftertaste frigidly eating at the air. The scarlet fae had beat back at the disease, yes...but more was yet to come. True, the ruby one had proved stronger than she'd imagined, but that only meant a few more moments in the inevitably soon-to-be-ended lifespan of the light mare. The Queen of Air and Darkness was well-versed in her craft, and her weapons were deadly. For them she had paid the ultimate price. Now that the russet femme had chased back the least of her powers, she could use the more potent. Now it was time to play.
She smiled. The light mare had vanquished the Unmaker disease, yes. But now there were games afoot. Let them think they had won. It would all be the same in the end, no matter how they rejoiced now. Yes, the scarlet mare had beaten the disease, and would awake from the somewhat natural sleep and live...but what they did not comprehend was that more was on the way.

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