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Sacrifical Dance <->Blood was made to be shed<->
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Date Posted: 21:47:27 05/07/01 Mon
 
^<->^ Black figure steps into the land, eyes of black diamond shining like stars against a midnight sky, form seemingly but a shadow against the full moon. Looks that of a stallion, masive and strong, free will and wild spirit unbreakble, untamable, yet stallion it is not, nor colt. Female of ebony flicks her tail of silk, mane of satin as she gazes around, black blood streaming through her body like rivers of crystle water through giant mountain sides. her gaze firey, slicing through the silence of the night as she rears and screams, her body gracefully mysterious, her heart of stone but a shadow of what once was as her call is swpet over the land like that of dying doves, painful and unpure, life stollen, wound into a seemless one note song. Fearlessly she lands and strides forward as if she owned this place, this new land of which she had come across. She dare not glance into another's eyes, for she was to be seen as a higher rank of most. Erogent energey mixed with the evil smear of blood shines against her body, her soul stained and tarnished by the unforgiveable sin of murder, yet she cared not even the slightest bit, for she was proud, her head held high, mane dancing like a lustful banner carried with pride across a feild for all to see. Beautiful she was, but pure she was not. And truly, with all the power within her being, with all granted to this powerful muster of crimson and black, she believed nothing less, nothing more, than that blood was meant to be shed. So easily is flesh torn and ripped, so easy it is, so tempting. Life was but a gift, that shalt one day be given to the gods, be it evil, be it good, one day, we shall all die, and untill then, we shall learn to suffer as mortal beings, with pain, envy, blood. we shall find peace. if it is peace on death, bringing it to others, or be it the perfect world some belive true.**she turns, and with a sweep of her long tangled silk tail she steps beneath the veil of dark and light, dissapearing into the night, the shadow, the place which she belongs, leaving nothing but a lingering memory, a warning, carefully thought, carefully taken too seriously, for she shall be back, her eyes always upon you, always staring into your soul, mixing with her fellows, slow driving all who resist it insane...^<->^
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