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Date Posted: 10/14/03 4:47pm
Author: Immortal Fire
Subject: ...eternal flames in a silven goblet...
In reply to: Death 's message, "*~(Runnin' Free)~*" on 10/14/03 3:14pm

Russet beauty made her way slowly towards the two equines, her normally smooth and elegant gait lacking in its usual effortless fluidity. Large, exquisite dark pools fix on the chestnut mascu. Painfully she forced herself to put all her weight on the seemingly flawless coal-hued leg that burned acidic poison, showing no sign of the exploding anguish that shot through her each time she stepped on her left fore. Inky rivulets rippled and flowed freely on the finely wrought crest, which was arched and held proudly, displaying all of the power and grace of the Morgan breed. Holding delicately chiseled face high, velvety dusken nostrils quiver in the tiny, perfectly shapen muzzle, golden trumpets ringing, clear yet husky in her usual tones, in a throaty nicker. Reaching the duo at last, she stood, winning an Oscar with incredible acting. Outwardly standing elegantly in her own queenly manner, while inwardly bursts of shattering pain shook her to her core, she smiled, forcing waves of hurt back away from her face, and greeted them in her husky, golden bells, ~Hello Rush, Death. How fare you?~ She stood motionless, pouring herself into fighting desperately the losing battle that slowly was claiming her body in cruel attacks of blinding agony.

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