| Subject: ^...^ Changes ^...^ |
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The Soul Haunter
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Date Posted: 14:46:08 04/25/01 Wed
As the icy winds from the north cease their howling, and the cold winter nights slowly turn warm, the seasons slowly change, a rebirth of spring, a reincarination of all flora and fauna. Large ebony form stalks between the mangled branches of his forest, the rich black arms of death calling out to him, attempting to own him, though they already did. Rich emerald foliage, attached to the ends of such black arms, splay across the empty air, hiding the rich sunshine that dared to attmpt to penetrate the icy depths of the dank depths. As the outside world feels the entrance of spring on a pegasus' wings, the forest remains silent, untouched, simple olive leaves splashing the ceiling in a shadowed emerald hue. Yet although the physical aura of the shadowed fores was barely touched by the change of seasons, the owner of the land was hit. The large freisian steed slinks about his home, dark liquid pools of obsidian darting about in curiousity, searching for the other occupants of his territory. He knew there were three figures that he protected. First, a glorious ivory vixen called White Devil, a mare whom he wanted nothing more than to learn to love, and yet it was so hard for them to get nearer to bliss. Second, another ivory femme that he had not seen in a while, which worried him, as she was deep in foal with his offspring. What if tragedy had struck? Was she alright? Third, a beautiful roan filly, his own offspring, his first born foal, a wonderful filly, nearly a mare, with a heart as beautiful as crystal, and a mind far wiser than her age. Three wonderful equines that were his companions, that had caused him to change. The Boss had brought out his playful side, showing him that life was not simply about being angry and tough. White Devil had shown him to show his emotions and affections, and yet he still had so far to go. Hope, his own daughter who had taught him so much, and yet she still needed so much that he could not give her. She wished for love and trust, just as he did. What of this foal, this... Nameless? Had he attepted to harm Hope? Just let him meet her father and explain why he ran away.
So many problems were constructing themselves in his life, and yet, life was so easy as well. He was once more alone, or so he felt, and he did not have to feel the pressures when he had no companionship. And yet, he aslo felt empty and alone. Just as the seasons change, he was changing. Was it for the better? Or was it better when he was alone, without a heart, without an attempt at a real soul. This was something he could not answer.
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