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Date Posted: 21:14:26 02/09/03 Sun
Author: cold fusion
Subject: .deadly reaction

Cold Fusion
the art of deception



Silently, the pure white stallion travels among the dark evergreens. His white poll is held proudly high by a finely arched alabaster neck. His mane, long, flowing, and strangely lacking any unsightly yellowing, lays neatly on one side of his sturdy crest. However, a few insubordinate locks find themselves on the other side. The male’s bottomless black eyes are partially covered by the mane’s lengthy forelock, yet never does the stallion bother to acknowledge the problem. The brute’s form is robust: a deep chest and a power driven rump; sound, well-proportioned legs end in strong ebon’ hooves. His tail follows behind, low set, the strands of it slightly waving. His movements are fluent, without interruption, and his smooth stride is slightly dished like any other of Spanish decent. The whiteness of his coat radiates pure and true, the kon’s appearance, however, is artfully deceptive. Long since sapped of all common emotion, he is left unfeeling: cold, empty. His eyes show it all, dark and morbid, yet not without deep-set intelligence and skill acquired from his five years upon this earth. His demeanour is as black, frigid, and remote as the depths of the universe.

Each stately evergreen he passes, he stores into his memory as a primeval source of navigation. He holds not a shred of arrogance nor over-confidence, just a simple sureness, a sureness that gets him by in the desolate world he is an unfortunate part of. And as the enigmatic stallion journeys on, he wonders what shadowy figures might possibly reside here. He does not pretend to know of any denizens of this far out land, nor does he fake the knowledge of whoever rules the wood he crosses into. He is waiting for no false greeting, no petty welcome of self-righteous worth. Only a simple acknowledgement of his snowy white presence and admittance into the herd he seeks. Nothing more, for the cryptic alabaster form wastes his time not in meaningless actions.


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