| Subject: Steed approches>>>>> |
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Date Posted: 19:49:48 03/25/01 Sun
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White Devil
's message, "*a small white shadow creeps into the forest* Inside>>" on 18:56:02 03/25/01 Sun
Steed of liquid obsidian, melted darkeness, walks over, raven orbs landing upon the ivory form, the doven vixen. Steed nods his head, the corners of his mouth twitching to a smile. He pauses a few feet from her, devoting his attention to the femme. The dark forests fills the air around the small her with erie noises, screeching owls, small creatures scurrying about. The steed stands, unsurprised by the sounds. To him they were comfort. The small herd is centered around a clearing deep within the forest, hidden to most. Gentle, lush grass grows emerald green beneath a sky of tree branches, slowly refilling with leaves from the spring. The steed stands within the forest, his body relazed, his heart open, emotions being portrayed lightly upon his black face, his dark features. He stands silent, his mind filling with the realization of a dream coming true. Three of the most wonderful mares had choosen to live with him in his home, to drive away the loneliness, and to comfort him when the shadows would not. He had a wonderful mare The Boss, who he was sure would bring the herd together, make friends, and keep the peace, a mare, Solo, with a past which he could hopefully help her forget, and now the dove, White Devil, one who he hoped would help him through life. He prayed silently that they could get along, although they were all evils. Even evils need companionship, and the four of them could provide this for one another.
The steed tosses away all his thoughts, returning to the mare. He saw her earlier, saw the emotions in her eyes when she looked at the ocean, the beach. She missed it, he could tell. But what could he do? He could not live out of his forest, although, if she turely wanted to, he could force himself to be happy for her. His dark gaze peirces upon her, memorizing her features, her gentle ivory coat. The steed snorts softly, the closest thing to affection buried within the show of emotion as possible. Soft gaze watches the mare, as he begins to speak, his voice tender, vunerable. "Welcome, Devil. I am filled with joy that you have come." He pauses, unsure of what to say next. The muscles in his neck twitch at the thought of reaching out and...
No! He had banished those thoughts long ago, as his father had taught him. He would not bring them out now. But what if that was what she wanted. He was not sure he knew how to do such things any longer. ((OOC: Just so this doesn't sound bad or dirty or anything, he was thinking about nuzzling her, but he doesn't really know how. I reread it and it sounded nasty...))
The steed swallows harshly, his voice coming out a bit raspy. "I hope you are happy here. I am at your service, should you ever need anything." He swallows once more, worry building up within him as he speaks the words. What if she was not to be happy here? Would she leave? The stallion's chest began to hurt suddenly at the thought. What was this undescribable feeling within his black heart? He could not comprehend it. And that frightened him.
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