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Date Posted: 14:44:37 08/14/03 Thu
Author: Asphyxiate
Subject: :.Asphyxiate:.

Asphyxiate


The distant laugh captured her heed for only a few seconds as she recognized the distant chortle. Nostrils flattened, caving inwards as the tissue shook heavily and fluid was extracted. Who else? Atavistic, Asphyxiate thought. It did not affect her for he was the last individual on her mind. Her thoughts wandered elsewhere and her wariness focused on a different creature. Atavistic was a source Asphyxiate felt nothing for and the loathing features were extinguished for her new mission in life. Atavistic was just another creature that she was a replica of - evidently the gene pool had died after his second offspring. Massacre, her spawn taught the infidel a lesson or two. Never in her life would she feel proud of the syn baby, but it creased her features with a devilish highlight or two. It made her day to know the sperm pool was slowly decaying. When you get older, the results are not as wonderful as you would desire them to be.



He approached like a sloth acting as predator that believed it caught its prey. Before the callow carnivore can launch forward, the prey with its worldly experience it darted off to escape the folly. Asphyxiate had no reason to run, as for she did not care if he stalked her for as long as he did not get in her path then she was peachy. Indifference for the bronco that slaughtered her dame, it mattered not - absolutely no one.



Everyone watch the spectacle of the old bronco as he slivered in like a cursed snake. Words were whispered to himself and Asphyxiate not paying heed to his words as he claimed he captured her and would not let go this time around. If Asphyxiate believed him a threat then she would have paid attention, but as the wave of the blue roan's absence dwindled the apprehension of his arrival fell. Returning back to the norm, tail clashed against the dark contrast.



It was not the fear the taffy male believed and it was certainly not for him. It would be pointless as she could handle herself in any situation. Life was tough and she dealt with it with a finesse that some could not even dream of conquering. Freedom was all for her, and only for her, she could feel it with this job opportunity on the rise. With his 'visions' or his daydreams for he was getting older and Asphyxiate doubted his expertise when he was a young lad then she assumed he had a good chance in combat, but now? Did he wander or actually train? It mattered not for Asphyxiate had more important matters than deal with a pouting father that did not have the opportunity to say he was the one that assisted the transformation.



Hooves tainted the ground as they dug a diminutive hole beneath her and she knew he was getting closer. Auricles pitched backwards to act like she was 'acknowledging' him. Ah, wouldn't it be nice as he pranced up here thinking with his obsessed mind, the only train of thought was to do what he did to Raven's Legend. Fat chance - she became a warrior and her dame never had any reason to fulfill the combat wishes of life. That is why Dappled Eagle was an easy target. Atavistic and his master, Coyo - whatever her name was picked on the weak ones and thus they had their victories. Reason Atavistic could not kill this wench because he couldn't, simple as that. As he dreamt of fantasies and dimensions that would never become a reality, the veracity of the matter was - he would be Dappled Eagle. Gasping for air as there was no compassion, no heart except for one that understood this cycle and found himself going there frequently. Asphyxiating the taffy masculine as he would beg for life and the crushing blow would be bestowed. That was the realistic scenario and it appeased the mare with a crooked, nefarious tilt to her ivory stained oculars.



It finally crept out from his hiding spot. Taffy briefly looked at him, acting as if she was expecting more to see but he did not change except the wrinkles around his mug. Let us count how many wrinkles he will have after this session! If she could, a brow would arch at his appearance. Every time she had a goal, a mission to accomplish he would step into the picture and mess it up. Not this time, all he did was stall time until the true immolation surfaced in the heart of the forested vicinity. It would be another day's journey and she mentally drew a map as it would guide her back to the locale where she once took the reins and brought it out of the rut to what it has become to this date. Unfortunately Delphic Heights dwindled after her departure - such sad news, oh well.



>Sorry to burst your bubble, but I do not have any time to play foolish games with you old man.



It was the truth. She did not have time to play this mentoring game. It was nine years too late and she did not need to join up in this want-to-be partnership for what need was there? She already was skilled and did not need to play with this organism. If he wanted to play with someone, play with his son because he evidently needs it. A disgrace to her lineage she believed and never talked to the bay covered beast, but it was time for Atavistic to stalk someone who is callow and insecure. Let him play nanny with them because this pupil was under the guide of another and found his sources more fascinating then what her sire could ever imagine he would be able to offer. Honestly, he has been dwelling on the past for how many years? Since she was born? That was a good nine years, almost ten and well Atavistic's hopes and dreams were shattered and well, hate to tell it to you buddy -
it was time to move on.






((. asphyxiate .))

((. the sadist .))

‘atavistic x raven's legend’


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