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Date Posted: 19:27:02 01/10/03 Fri
Author: kat
Author Host/IP: AKCF1-GGI.xtra.co.nz / 203.96.111.237
Subject: test - death (?)

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate.

With gaunt, pale features of terrible anger she surveys the aftermath of yet another Eaglecrest raid, her fathomless eyes a haunted shade of coal. Still and silent she stood against the bleak winter sky, barely alive, barely standing. The fear of collapse if she dared to move was too much, thus she stood stock still. Both shoulders had been gashed into, one close to the knee, the other forward of the shoulder joint, which was protruding from a mass of hideously scarlet flesh. The bone was pearly white and red, and she could not look at it for fear of falling dead on the spot. It had been shunted forward and sideways in two separate attacks, and her body was screaming out in pain. Her weight was constantly being shifted between her limbs, both forelegs swelled, one about the knee, the other around the elbow. She could barely hold her own weight for the pain in caused. Her left hind leg was suffering from an injury to her flank and hindquarters � its movement compromised - a flap of skin about an inch long was hanging awry, offering her crimson fresh to the stinging zephyrs of chilly winter. Between her back and withers were two deep slits, spluttering blood and exposing the sides of two thoracic vertebrae. In the middle of her forehead the skin was grazed and crimson, barely holding its own against the threat of its skin breaking completely. Blood ran from every corner of her body, pouring itself from each wound and pooling beneath her on the snow, in a stark reminder of what had been and what was to come. And in her heart she knew; you should not be alive� you should be strewn on the ground next to your opponent as she rested, and you should not be breathing but it did not scare her. She knew it was the truth, these injuries would eventually take their true toll. The litres of blood she was loosing could not be made, each moment she began to feel fainter and fainter, until her sight became blurred and dark. Beneath her, at last, her legs folded. They gave up with her heart and her mind, and she fell against the snow, her muzzle buried into its coolth, its crystals stained red by a single drop which escaped from the graze on her forehead. Eventually her strength would return, throughout the night her weakness would be exposed, but for once she did not care. This agony, this pain was too much for her cares and worries. Skrew being strong and indestructible, Faux Pas had nearly killed her, Topaz had nearly killed Faux. In her dead slumber she wallowed, and for once the constant pain within her abdomen was drowned out, as the bone of her shoulder jutted and grazed along her vertical cheek�s ridge that was curled toward her shoulder, arching her nape in shivering elegance. Her curved withers stretched the two wounds, expanding them until three vertebrae could be seen, almost four. She was a piteous sight and even in slumber her pain was intense, it bored into her soul and destructed her spirit, and many times during the starless night her breathing ceased. Thrice, in fact, the utter terror of her injuries was made plain, as the constant and rather comforting inhale and exhale of her breath ceased for decades of seconds. 10, 20� it made no difference to her body, but only those who had passed by during her sleeping escapade may have noticed. Whether she wished to live or not was irrelevant to the lady fate, and she could be seen almost angelic, wretchedly illuminated by the moon�s rays upon the snow, a shadow upon a rise, crowned in stars. For once she appeared fragile, broken, lifeless. She slept there, waiting, hoping for someone to come� to care� to wake her from the edge of eternal darkness.

Topaz Ar�te
Lady of Hawkmeadow

There�s another world inside of me that you may never see
There�s secrets in this life that I can�t hide
Somewhere in this darkness there�s a light that I can�t find
Maybe it�s too far away or maybe I�m just blind
So hold me when I�m here
Right me when I�m wrong
Hold me when I�m scared
Love me when I�m gone
Everything I am and everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I�ll never let you down, even if I could
I�d give up everything if only for your good
So hold me when I�m here
Right me when I�m wrong
Hold me when I�m scared
�Cause I won�t always be here
Love me when I�m gone

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Re: test - death (?) -- kat, 13:44:12 01/11/03 Sat