| Subject: Steed of obsidian, with another horrid story of a past hopefully forgotten by all but him...>>> |
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The Soul Haunter
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Date Posted: 16:17:13 03/29/01 Thu
In reply to:
The Boss
's message, "Inside" on 15:12:56 03/29/01 Thu
Steed of silent presence approches his herd, heavy hooves making silent thuds upon the soft earth, which was slowly warming with the coming of spring. The trees above were blooming with soft emerald and jade leaves, forming a dark cloud above head. The streams were slowly swelling with the silent rains that came more frequently. The entire forest was being ressurected, forming new life, a rebirth of the flora and fauna.
The steed lets a gentle smile caress ebon lips. The forest around him was not the only new life forming. Two of his wonderful femmes would soon be foaling his own offspring, two wonderful foals that he had had a part in creating. His brothers had scorned him for having such dreams, but still, his mind had always silently wished for a herd filled with loving mares and his offspring.
He then thinks of White Devil, the newest addition, her mere presence sending his thoughts into space. His eyes began searching for the femme, silently thinking what her thoughts of a foal were. Seeing her not to be around, he sighs heavily, approching Solo and The Boss. Steed emits a gentle snort, still unable to make normal equine sounds, such as whickers, whinnys, and others. Dark, glowing oculars gaze upon both femms, one the color of reshly fallen snow, the other a rich copper hue to make the sun envious. Both were beautiful beyond measure, and both were wonderful company. If only he knew how to love... He assumed he was coming close with all three wonderful mares, for he knew he cared for each deeply. They had all left their mark upon his black eheart, and if any should leave, it would permanently scar him...
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