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Date Posted: 18:14:00 02/10/04 Tue
Author: Swift
Subject: xXx s h a t t e r e d xXx
In reply to: Death...now Swift 's message, "xXx b r o k e n xXx" on 03:14:20 02/08/04 Sun

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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