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Date Posted: 10:52:56 12/06/02 Fri
Author: Diablo
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 66.190.52.83
Subject: *For the Love of the run*
In reply to: Fire 's message, "*Turns and neighs as she runs, pounding her hooves on the ground*" on 08:30:54 12/05/02 Thu

*His mind, body and soul all react in one surgical power as his hooves slam against the terra, his heart racing. He galloped alongside the femme equine, feeling a sense of sheer love for running building inside. A sudden need to let go, be free, be wild, surged to him, and only his strides responded. They quickened and lengthened, stretching out. His black body was a mere blur as he galloped with blinding speed across the hearth. His breath began to fall heavier now, but he continued to maintain his speed for now and forever. He felt himself let go of the feeling of hatred, let go of his past, let go of his heartbreak, and let go of himself. He lost himself somewhere in the wind, somewhere in time. He was no longer the forgotten, the feared, the d black colt with the eerie red orbs, no...he was Diablo, the unknown, the one with the unknown past...He galloped now towards his future, leaving behind the past as with his hoofprints. He was free, he was no one...He had what he always dreamed of...a chance to start over, clear the slate and begin new, fresh! His heart hammered in his chest, his muscles strained against the pull of exhaustion...But he refused to let go...It was no longer a matter of where he was going, but a matter of getting away from where he had been...and suddenly he realized it, clear as day...He was running from himself...*

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