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Date Posted: 14:40:17 06/07/03 Sat
Author: pINS and nEEDLES
Subject: rank. thats not nice, nor appreciated
In reply to: Johnny the Homocidal Maniac 's message, ".notlikeanyonecaresbut." on 22:54:05 05/31/03 Sat

A few drunken steps brought the mare into the limelight, her splattered sides were heaving with visible difficulty. She had run here. A morbid smile splashed her ivory lips, revealing stained enamels. Her breathing was halted as she took a few steps closer. Her legs, clothed all the way up to where they joined her frail body, were an unnaturally clean white. Besides her legs and milk-coated face, no one could tell the chestnut vixen was a paint.

Her bodily status was a little freakish, a little appalling. She was oddly skinny, looking almost of Akhal Teke blood, her neck was sinewy and anemic, her legs were bony masses of tendon. Her hindquarters sloped oddly straight, and her hips were well defined, just following a narrow ribcage whose bones were well annunciated. However malnourished she looked, her eyes were still bright and contemplative, and quiet and depressed.

Suicidal, mwa hahaha.

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[> .nothing I say ever is, dear. -- Johnny, 14:55:52 06/07/03 Sat [1]

He saw her expurt from the darkness like heat, a white hot flame flaring in bellicose spurts into the bittersweet lull of summer. He watched her with an etched face; granite, emotionless, not knowing quite what had went wrong with ner nimble physique but at the same time, not caring. His emotions were crushing, brutal, savage; but still thoroughly analytical. Perhaps she was no longer the fleshy, gangly slump that he had once known, he saw her now with jagged ribs rasping against a less than brilliant coat.

At least she'd escaped.

Bloodlust formed his emotions, muscles carved into a painted coat with broad bands. With an intricacy of one like a philosopher, but the tenacity of some morbidly insane virtue he smirked to his sister.

Call him the Hannibal Lector of the equine world.

"You look stunning."

His words were blatant, straightforewardly mocking--but what else is new.

Clarice.

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