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Date Posted: 12:21:20 06/17/03 Tue
Author: Satine
Subject: Tattered

Through the Night

Silence. Darkness. A silver moon rises against the misty sky, casting a sliver of eerie moonlight across the vast terrain. Several figures slip through the trees, their shadows skipping over the minimal light for brief seconds.

Who are they? They are the last lights and neutrals of Distant Promises, fleeing from an untimely demise. Led to a place of safety by Solo; instructed to do so by the deceased Storm Chaser. Little do they know they are followed.

The Scent of Fear

The fury of a thousand hooves, beating in sync, echoes faintly in the distance. The hard breathing of the demon equid pierces the night, breaking free from the chains of restraint. Anathema and iniquity are present in their every step, their every motion. Like jackals stalking prey, they move forward, trailing the heels of the lights.

The clan leader moves forward, bloodshot lamps cold and stony; slits expanded wide; pelt matted with mud and sweat. A shrill scream lets loose as he gallops on, following the scent of fear.

Clashes and Curses

Heavy breathing reverberates as the pure ones come to a hault, silent, anxious. They wait. The silence continues, but is broken momentarily as a wild bugle sounds. They have reached the end of their rope. The prophecy will come true...or will it?

It is against their nature, they all know it, but they have no choice. They must fight, for all that is good and just in the world, to save the tarnished dreams they held for so long. It commences.

Rain begins to fall. Shadows fly across the damp ground in a bizarre, uncanny frenzy, distorted and blurred by the blackness. It ceases. Both sides have fought hard; the result is an impasse. The ground is scarred with blood and death; it has lost its innocence, and will be known forever more as the Silent Clearing, the place of the first battle.

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