Date Posted:09/18/04 12:14pm Author: Hypothermia / Abkhazia Subject: ...chiller... / p.l.a.n.e.t.a.r.y In reply to:
~*Satin Kiss*~
's message, "~*Rapture In Light*~" on 09/16/04 7:20pm
...chocolate eyes turn towards the speaker, finely boned dial swiveling with them. a small movement in response to the sound of the femme's voice. however, this movement brings into the light the large scar that marks her throat. still hairless and pink in color, the mostly healed wound still aches. the quick flash of the past is gone as the mare quickly tucks her chin back towards her chest to hide the scar from sight. a quick snort, as if the movement had been a sneeze, and she returns to the conversation... We're looking for a home, actually. Would we be permitted to stay?
.brute sighs as his sister quickly hides the mark that had become her brand in their old herd, watching the pain flickering through her eyes and mirroring it in his own. they had had an easy life, one of privelege (sp?) and luxury. and then... it is true that one moment can change a life. two lives, really. he'd seen it happen before his very own eyes. shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts, he nods in agreement. Yes, a home is what we seek. .an unnecessary echo, but one that nonetheless brought him into the conversation.
