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Date Posted: 10/19/03 3:58pm
Author: Immortal Fire
Subject: ...eternal flames in a silven goblet...
In reply to: Death 's message, "*~(Ok then...)~*" on 10/18/03 7:23pm

Ruby queen's already bright hide seems to grow abnormally brighter by the second, beautiful but falsely so, with a harsh shine blinding to the sight. Not the soft, natural beauty of a gleaming, satiny coat, but the false, tinny shine of fool's gold, a fars of the real thing. Feeling the disease take a firmer grip of her, the mahaghany belle trembles, shaking to her core, nearly losing her stance. The burning, knawing knives throughout her body intensify, and she writhes in the bitter grip of the malignant hand. Tears glaze o'er the large, dark pools of expressive depth, but she will not let them fall. To do so is to let the vile thing gain ground. Forcing them back from her eyes, she glances at a mirror of herself in a small pool nearby. Seeing the tinny gleam of her coat and tremors shivering through her body, she feels the dark, sickening stench of rotting corpse, and the sizzling burn of acid ash lick her being. As the events around her whirl before her eyes, time seems to pass in slow, torpid waves. Thoughts sear like firebrands on her now sharply clear mind. Why should her life end so quickly? Why should she let this acidic, maligant thing take her? She wanted to live...live! And if she did not...what would prevent the thing from attacking others? Who would stop it from spreading?

Angrily she tosses her head, pawing furiously at the ground in viscious, lethal strokes. In this burst of passion and defiance a wonderful, healing warmth spreads throughout her, breathing just a little more life into her. Triumphantly she cries a rippling, throaty whinny, her golden trumpets dancing on the wind and echoing back to her in laughing, tingling notes. Take that, Sir Death! Eat that, Evil One! But then...a touch of warmth on her neck...cool, soft. A few seconds...and a volcano erupts inside her. A burst of searing cold rips through her, slashing through tissue, bone, muscle, blood, burning frozen lightening shattering throughout her body, dissolving her, eating her, burning her. Eyes widen at the shock, and her body jerks with each brutal slash of acid rain. Every cell in her being screams with agony, as exploding, erupting pain digs into her, burns into her, destroying her. As one last shudder smashes through her, there is one thought left in her mind...

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