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Date Posted: 03:14:20 02/08/04 Sun
Author: Death...now Swift
Subject: xXx b r o k e n xXx

xXx No...it couldn't be...this wasn't happening... xXx

xXx These thoughts and a million others whirled through her mind rapidly as her vertigo increased, and she stumbled, veering to both sides much like a drunken man after twelve too many. Tears flowed openly from her strange platinum orbs, falling continuously to the sandy ground as the belle stumbled forward. Words resounded sickly,cruelly in her crania, driving her to the brink of insanity. xXx

xXx Echo....She had stolen my heart from the beginning and her image has been haunting my mind for months. I cannot turn away from my heart's first impulse, no matter how loath I am to hurt Death. xXx

xXx And how the former Death, newborn Swift, had wished her own demise would've ended it all for her then, stopped the sinister slow cutting and burning of the already too battered shreads of what had been left of her heart. She faltered badly this time, body colliding with the last of the alabaster sands and the beginning of the verdant viridescent blades of foilage, head slamming down onto the grass. Heavy sobs racked her nirgrescent frame as undescribably painful scenes flashed through her mind. xXx

xXx Three equine forms...two mares...one darker than night, the other a shimmery bay...the other a handsome chestnut stallion...Rush was his epithet...Death had come to be the obsidian minx's nickname...Echo the bay's. War, pain, fights...oh, the pain in her head was like a chainsaw slowly torturing her...the affliction in her heart was worse....her muscles positively throbbed, aching horridly...death sure to come, her begging it to come...he chose her. Echo, the angelic bay...who wouldn't have? For she was only Death, a former Evil, her whole life filled with hurt, and this no surprise. xXx

xXx And the inky onyx belle wept profusely, with nothing to stem the river of tears, no one to subdue the awful burning, tingling all over her body... xXx

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[> *Simple and Plain* -- Cole, 14:48:22 02/09/04 Mon [1]

*It was true, he had settled down in Wildflower Canyon. That would mean that he was to stay put, right? Wrong. The ebony stallion was beginning to feel the stirrings of wanderlust, brought on by the free time he had obtained by relinquishing his territory. This urge to roam had brought him here for some reason, perhaps to hear recent news of the war, perhaps for the scenery, who knew really?

For whatever reason, the onyx steed roamed the azure-hemmed isle of beauty. Hooves were placed with care among the shifting sands leaving large imprints in his wake. Not that he was worried about being followed, after all, who would care where he went? The thought caused a smile to form on his ashen labrums, simply for the sheer absolute freedom of it all.

Thorns twisted in their bower of charcoal strands, attentively tuning in to any sound that happened to break the stillness of this quiet morning. His pelt gleamed under the sun's watchful eye, the nigrescent strands appearing almost navy blue in the intense light. Muscles quivered beneath their satin covering, easily propelling the beast on his massive limbs. Draft ancestry was evident in his heavy build and more obvious in the feathers that cropped up on his lower legs. All in all, he was a handsome enough fellow, ruggedly good-looking and all that. Not that it mattered, for who really looked his way at all? No one, and that's the way he liked it.

Despite his rather standoffish demeanor, a soft heart lingered beneath his barrel chest, a heart whose chords were plucked by the sound of a damsel in distress. Expressive orbs searched for the source of the sounds of misery even as his auds twitched in sympathy. Finally, the dame was spotted, the inky hue of her coat a dead giveaway against the pallid sands*

Hello? *he called softly, hesitant to frighten the lass by appearing out of nowhere. Sedate steps closed the distance, leaving him looming over her prone form like a monstrous vulture. The imagery was a bit morbid and caused him to shake his head in order to rid his mind's eye of such a vision. His mug lowered to prod her shoulder, his velvet nares flaring to capture her scent*

Hello lass, are you alright? *he queried gently, his cranium tilting at an inquisitive angle. Chagrin immediately flooded his features and caused him to look away in embarassment*

I suppose you're not alright since you're here crying in the dunes and such; please forgive my stupidity miss. *Ah, the sight of a female in tears. It was enough to smash through any barrier of the heart and send every male scrambling to fix the leak. This ebony brute was no exception*

Is there anything I can do?

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[> xXx s h a t t e r e d xXx -- Swift, 18:14:00 02/10/04 Tue [1]

xXx Swift didn't know how long she had been laying here on the burning sands and the refreshingly cool grass. The sobs had tapered off a bit, now reduced to only violent sniffles and an odd noise here and there. The world was blocked out, no sounds reached her tiny auditives except those vindictive words that would haunt her for all of eternity. She hadn't meant to be there, she was only trying to find her way to Paradise Isle and wait patiently for his decision, but no...life had to make Swift the pawn in it's malicious chess game, laughing coldly when she fell to the opposition. Why hadn't she taken the long way? Why? These questions and those others plagued her mind like an infectious disease, eating away at her sanity bit by bit. xXx

xXx Something else was here...someone else. GodpleasenonothimnotRush her mind screamed, anyonebuthimhelpsomeone. Her silven orbs fluttered open, spying the large black stallion standing over her. Bittersweet relief flooded all of her senses as she slowly raised her crania of Arabian and Shire lineage, looking more Arab than Shire at the moment. In fact, just about the only way anyone could tell she was part draft was to look at the very heavy feathering on her lower legs, dipped in a pallid white hue, her slightly bigger musculature, and her height, a few hands over the desert native. xXx

xXx The sinews on her neck grew momentarily as the vertigo and splitting headache faded away like the ebbing of the tide somewhere close to the two equines. Swift managed a rough upright position, her nape stretched up to observe the brute. She averted her shining platinum eyes for a few minutes before sighing softly and gazing back up at him. Her reply held a hint of sarcasm and a pinch of cynicism, but anyone could tell it wasn't aimed at the czar accompanying her. xXx

xXx 'Not unless you have mental domination powers or you wouldcare to talk a walk with a stranger and listen to all her problems.' xXx

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[> [> Replying in just a second...font tag messed up. -- [.muse.], 20:28:43 02/10/04 Tue [1]

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[> *Simple and Plain* -- Cole, 19:47:51 02/10/04 Tue [1]

*A snort was emitted from his plush muzzle as he shook his head regretfully*

I'm afraid not Miss, no mind powers that I know of. But walking? Yes, that I can do. *Stepping aside, he gave her room so that her ascent from the sands would be as easy as possible. Obsidian orbs settled on her morose features, his heart once again touched by her pain. If walking and listening were the way to help soothe that pain, then so be it, he was her man....er, stallion*

I'm Cole, what's your name? *he asked, suddenly struck by the fact that he hadn't even bothered to introduce himself. Oh yeah, he was the very picture of suave today. Rolling his eyes in self-deprecation, he awaited her answer, eager to put a name to her lovely face*

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[> xXx c r u s h e d xXx -- Swift, 01:11:18 02/14/04 Sat [1]

xXx Strands of inky sable fluttered up around her features, veiling them momentarily. Tossing them back with a choppy jerking motion, the minx attempted to conceal her agony upon the first few moments of using the aching muscles, taking in a quick, sudden breath. Swift clenched her jaws together tightly, releasing the air in one long, slow motion, eventually gone with the pain in her weary pinions. That little spell had taken away most of the sting and edge from the exhausted bodice, so she was set for a nice stroll. She glanced at the ebony stallion and smiled a tiny bit, her silvery platinum orbs then returning to the alabaster sands below her chocolatish hooves coated with soft, gleaming snow hued feathering. xXx

xXx 'Thank you, Cole. My name is...Death Comes Swiftly By Moonlight. I was born evil. Oh, and you may call me De...Swift. Yes, Swift.' xXx

xXx The shattered inamorta then had a funny feeling that her delicate healing process had just begun, and that this kind, generous soul had helped it commence to be. She made a small side-step towards his larger frame, wincing momentarily at the sharp jolt of affliction that shot through her nervous system. xXx

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[> *Simple and Plain* -- Cole, 12:05:02 02/14/04 Sat [1]

*A sympathetic wince tugged at his labrums, elicited by her painful rise to a vertical position. The stallion found himself compelled to touch her gently with his mug in order to determine if she was alright. He resisted this impulse, settling instead for a gentle smile and a concerned gaze*

Everything working properly? *he asked. Then, her dubbance was given, a new tidbit for his mind to mull over*

Well Swift, I daresay it's a pleasure to meet you, the circumstances notwithstanding *His attic bobbed once, as if to affirm the words he had just spoken. The affiliation she had been born into was of no concern to him, nor was her present choice of side. The fae was interesting to him in ways that transcended the label of Light or Dark. Gingerly, he began to take steps in order to begin their scheduled walk. His pace was unhurried, hindered so that the sylph at his side might gradually adjust after her sabbatical from motion. Obsidian orbs cast surreptitious glances from beneath his dense forelock, his tongue stilled in anticipation of the story she had expressed interest in telling*

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