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The Soul Haunter
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Date Posted: 19:12:12 04/14/01 Sat
Ice washes over the dark forest as the sun dies for the night, allowing the soft whisper of a moon to lift herself and be remembered, be thanked as the illumination of the dark nightmares within our hearts. Thick foliage over head restricts the passage of the gentle beams, forcing the lower levels of the forest to remain murky and damp, filled with terror and evil. With a pelt to match the shadows, the heavily muscled steed slinks about his home, large friesian body making silent passage throughout his forest, quickly checking his boundaries before returning to his herd. Orbs remain dark, lifeless, with the passing events, the new, the horrible reminders of what a terrible thing he had done. Lobes lay back upon his skull, uncaring, having no reason to rise, no reason to lift towards the Heavens in silent prayer. Muscles ripple beneath taught pelt, carrying the massive weight of the steed to his companions. Passing Hell's Rebellion, he nods softly, speaking in his old, gruff voice, one that had left for a while, yet had returned now, as his emotioons were once more hidden beaneath his blackened heart, no longer free as they were. "Sir, I thank you for wishing to help me, though I will no longer be having any problems with The Devil. You are more than welcome to remain upon my land, and you may stay as long as you wish." The words were simple, yet to the point, easily covered with his shroud of emotionlessness, as he was converting back to his former self, a steed which he did not enjoy being, yet he felt no other way was possible. The Boss had not been around too often, perhaps she had left, still in foal. White Devil appeared not to be the same. The long ago walks upon the beach with her seemed as though they were memories of a different horse, yet he had changed as well. Was that supposed to happen when two equines began living together? He did not know, yet he still clung to the memories, them being his life savers, the rafts that kept him afloat in his misery of emotions. Seeing White Devil, he snorts softly, carrying himself towards her. He could at least attempt to mock being a wonderful stallion, could he not? It was the least he could do for such a mare, a mare he felt such emotions for, yet always kept suffocating within his icy heart. He snorts lightly to White Devil, hoping for even the slightest answer, a whicker, even a glance, even a glare would suffice. Something to remind him that she noticed him. It hurt to think of the wonderful mares he was putting such misery upon. The Boss.... she seemed to dissapear... and while in foal.... White Devil.... she wished to be with foals more than him.... Solo..... Oh god, the pain that came with her memory. Her glorious copper form, such a form he could never see again, and it was his fault. He sighs deeply, remembering what Hope had said, that she would be happier if he were happy. He sighs once more, his orbs locked upon White Devil, hoping silently for a response from the vixen.
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