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Date Posted: Thursday, July 16, 09:04:57pm
Author: Battlecry Forever
Subject: ^-These Weary Days-^
In reply to: Nylak 's message, "A perfect cherry blossom is a rare thing" on Thursday, July 16, 02:44:23pm

BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

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Shadow depths continued their survey of the beloved realm, taking in its adequate sized water body before slipping to the shrouding darkness that calls enticingly to he. The vision on Battlecry could be defined as being eerie for the lingering shadows of the world resided within their nadir. One’s physique was hued of the feathers o’ a raven yet his presence faded in and out with the undulating motion of the dappling moonlight. Stance shifted ever so lightly to reveal a solidifying mass o’ iron clad muscles and licorice flesh. No more was the graying of one’s form, for the beams o’ the pale lady alit herself ‘pon the broad, towering back. Prior image happened with a blink of an eye, making others wonder if the picture was a hallucination or trick o’ the eye. Shadows are known to be tricky. But only those with a keen eye and quick mind would note the shading and blending of the body with the growing darkened background. Thus leaving things alone, to be pondered over a rainy day. The heightened form o’ Battlecry continued its rooted stance ‘pon the boundary of the loam and shifting sands. Moon crescents were within a neutral state of rest, before shifting caudally to the resounding vibrations o’ ingressing hoof falls. The back was still turned ‘pon the other, though senses were alert and muscles were deemed relaxed yet could easily spring forth into action. One portrayed a vision o’ exuding confidence that relished in the beauty of silence. Lobes continued their sonaring o’ the approaching interloper that now settled just off the left of Battlecry’s position. The glowering gaze was felt, yet acknowledgement was naught given. No flicker of visuals nor turning of head to this other. Blood tinted nares caught the musky scent, labeling this species as that of the masculinity gender. From the corner of his eye it was seen that this other was blessed with ebon coat and well boned structure of the anatomy. Battlecry released a jet of air recognozing the other stallion's presence and call.


Frusteration taken out in angered Calls




Whisper Battlecry Forever

Dyed Raven

Foreseen Eight lonely years

Veins surge with the Thoroughbred

Testosterone controls lower regions




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