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Goldsuns Legacy, Satan's Death
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Date Posted: 16:40:31 03/02/03 Sun
+there are worse things out there than ghosts+
Ghostly presence gallops around mist fallowing her trail, the mist turns into fog & a faint trail of blood is left behind her. The fog lifts and were Legacy once stood, stands a blood-kissed minx, pools are rage red. You think she looked so much like Legacy when she was young, exsept legacy was black. Nares are opend wide, red flared within them. Maw opends slightly & pearl slants reveld, Minx stand perfectly still, like time had suddenly stop. The only presence of the living was the light zephyr that lifted up her tressals, Stance was of a perfect arabian, proud. Goldsuns legacy goes through the femme, right throu her heart, but she did not flinch. Death, witch was her nickname, was all powerfull, she was made from the blood of a ghost, with the soal of the devil, in the form of a horse. The mist rises & you see a pool of blood at her hocks, her ancles were slit. Blood pored out, yet the blood was poissen and she was evil. Legacy angers over her sister, death, she had thought she had gone, yet the bond was there. The bloodkissed one speacks up first, with a gnarled tone, with a raspy wisper. Legacy, you live on for our mothers death, but you must accept the fact that you are DEAD. Not alive like me, i can't die, i live off Satan himself, i am his doughter, like i am goldsun's. You are Goldsun's but not Satan's. She smiles & gallops into the mist, into the fog. Then all that is left is her bloodied foot prints. A loud whinny is herd fallowed by a crack of thunder & a flash of lightning...
+there are worse things out there than ghosts+
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