| Subject: ~*~Eantrada~*~ |
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HawkLash
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Date Posted: 23:11:00 07/09/02 Tue
~*~Powerful stallion moved easily into the lands so well known to him, the only lands known better to him than his own territory. Different was he, then when he had last set foot into his father's lands. So much had changed, would his father truely except the changes, the turned tables. These lands were aging, the new generations rising. HawkLash himself was the first generation into these alnds, or nearly the first. The lands were so young when he had grown up, and his fahter and Quiet Storm the unspoken gaurdians... what a change. It was Quiet Storm who had truely ended up as hte gaurdian, and how, the next generation had shifted. It was he that was the gaurdian and Emblem... thoughts are better left there he decided. For the first time this proud stallion seemed to lessen himself. Always would he be beneath his father in that way, by his choice. He had untapped power to disrupt the passing of time, alter hte worlds and its coarse of fate, and yet, still he bowed himself to this bay arabian steed. For a second he wondered, would Quiet Storm and father wished he and Emblem to be close. Did father miss his old firend... a though came back to him, brothers... he knew at one time Quiet Storm has asked to declare himself Clashes borther in spirit. His father had gladly excepted for... they were,of that there was no question. Perhaps he could hold onto that link, would it please his father? Or anger him? How is it that just stepping into these lands brought back so much. He had been gone too long, that was simple. Had everyone even met his son? Mental scolding was made, he made mistakes in his youth, he was a young father and his son had paid the price. What could be fixed would be, and the mistakes would not be made again. Gait was brought to a hault and smile touched his face as he saw Dream and his fahter with a new youngling at their sides. So much of his sister in that one, he could see that. Pain, salt on a wound never healed, how oculd Emblem still hold that anger when he had his sibling back? So much alike were these two, perhaps there was hope afterall.~*~
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