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Date Posted: 10/17/03 5:54pm
Author: Immortal Fire
Subject: ...eternal flames in a silven goblet...
In reply to: Rush 's message, "...feel the rush..." on 10/17/03 1:44pm

Limpid dark pools of endless expression and luminous depth normally so bright and burning with life and energy are dulled with pain, their enigmatic gaze piercing in its hopelessness. Her finely chiseled facade, so nobly sculptured to masterful queenliness, is tainted with anguish. Even the frothy diamond 'twixt her eyes seems to have faded from its former blazing glory. As you look upon her you percieve a picture so beautiful and tragic in its perfection, your heart wrenches in you chest. A fair and lovely creature, so pure and guileless is dragged slowly, unbearably slowly through a living hell to a cruel fate. Yet the bravehearted one fights back desperately, straining against the hopeless bonds which chain her to a drowning vessel. But the vile disease only grips her tighter in its grisly grasp.
Crimply raven tresses flow from the arched crest, rippling and dancing gently on the cool breeze. Sun burns vibrantly off the bright ruby hide. Though she fights so hard against it, the thing is slowly pulling her toward its evil destination. Her head, once so effortlessly held high, weighs heavily on her finely wrought crest, which though well-muscled, seems weak and lifeless. Refusing violently to succumb to the disease's demands, she forces her dial up again, proudly holding it high, heart nearly bursting with the effort of keeping it there. The knees of her slender coal-hued legs are liquid, coursing with an acidic malignancy threatening to collapse her hard-won standing position. It was coming fast, very fast. Lifting her lashes to look upon the two, she smiles at the other mare's offer of help, recognizing the invitation to reconcile. Her smile graces her fair features, but is grim, for agony wasnearly breaking her body into a helpless pile of horseflesh on the cold ground, and it was growing harder and harder to withstand the waves of torture smashing at her form. Her voice, usually so clear, was becoming breathy and harsh in her efforts to stay standing. ~Thank you. Your offer is kind, but my battle can only be won if I alone can defeat it.~ Shifting her gaze so that is settled on both of them, she continued. ~You see, I die a little more every second. It is claiming my body. For I am afflicted a disease of slow and agonizing torment, and the only cure s for me to beat it back alone. If I seek help it shall inflame me, and I shall surely be defeated.~ Her words were extreme and dramatic, but unthinkably, sickeningly true. ~I do not know that I can win this battle. I can fight it, but there is only one other thing I can think of to cure it, and it is not mine to claim. Nor will I claim it unless it is mine to claim, and that it shall never be.~ She spoke with terrible condemnation, each word ringing tragically true. There was nothing anyone could do, save she herself. And she had not the initiative to do so. Even if she did, it was not certain if she would live or not.

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Replies:

...feel the rush... -- Rush, 10/18/03 5:05am
- *~*Freedom is in the Stars*~* -- **Star**, 10/18/03 10:42am
  - are you still here???????? (NT) -- Nameless, 10/18/03 2:27pm
  - *~(Oh)~* -- Death, 10/18/03 2:37pm
    - **Star** -- *~*Freedom is in the Stars*~*, 10/18/03 3:03pm
      - ...feel the rush... -- Rush, 10/18/03 3:15pm
        *~*Freedom is in the Stars*~* -- **Star**, 10/18/03 3:36pm
        *~(Ok then...)~* -- Death, 10/18/03 7:23pm
        ...eternal flames in a silven goblet... -- Immortal Fire, 10/19/03 3:58pm
        *~*Freedom is in the Stars*~* -- **Star**, 10/19/03 4:12pm
        ...feel the rush... -- Rush, 10/20/03 5:20am
        ..eternal flames in a silven goblet... -- Immortal Fire, 10/20/03 2:09pm
        *~(The sounds of heartache)~* -- Death, 10/20/03 8:04pm
        ...feel the rush... -- Rush, 10/21/03 9:47am
        up (NT) -- player, 10/22/03 3:28pm
        *~(That silence is killing me)~* -- Death, 10/22/03 4:03pm
        ...eternal flames in a silven goblet... -- Immortal Fire, 10/22/03 6:12pm
        ...feel the rush... -- Rush, 10/22/03 6:58pm
        *~(Confessions of the Lost)~* -- Death, 10/22/03 7:33pm
        up (NT) -- ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^, 10/23/03 7:40pm
        ...feel the rush... -- Rush, 10/24/03 10:18am
        OOC: -- Death, 10/25/03 10:38am
        Correction -- Death, 11/ 2/03 3:37pm
        Immortal Fire -- ...eternal flames in a silven goblet..., 11/ 9/03 7:55am

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