War, Famine and Natural Disaster -- Wild horses

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Date Posted: 18:25:59 03/31/05 Thu
Author: Apollo
Subject: War, Famine and Natural Disaster
In reply to: Cassandra & Skydancer 's message, "~Life's a Challenge~ / h.eaven" on 16:25:52 03/31/05 Thu

feeling the lash against his skin Apollo rears, hoofs dancing in the air before them. a thin line of crimson dripping down his coat. a couple forward steps taken, his aim in bring the pair down below him. the girl, having good cause not to trust the dark spirited steed as he would just as soon rip out her throat then exchange pleasantries. bodice falling upon the two, hoofs in the humans face if they did not get out of the way. anger over taking him and no thought given to the fact that this would bring him so close. teeth bared he snorts muzzle turning so that he could bite out at the instrument of torture held in the girls hand, having no problem with taking a couple fingers with it. It was one thing to harm some one else and quite another to lay harm to his own flesh... now that definitely would not be tolerated. his battle no longer for the male and his herd but on a more personal note. the humor gone and vengeance upon his mind. nothing but the humans retreat and perhaps not even that going to stop him for giving them what he thought their justly deserved. the shadowed one not one to stop just at that, he liked the taste of death. none could stop him as none could stop the natural disaster, though he laid out the dare in a scream of rage.

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....dream.... -- Arwen, 09:14:28 04/01/05 Fri