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Subject: <^> ... <^> ... <^> ... <^> Author: Thee Sin [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:12:53 05/20/01 Sun In reply to: Tortured Soul 's message, "....through the darkness comes the creature of torture...." on 19:49:02 05/19/01 Sat Stud of purest ebon slips through the inky depths, the unseen shadows dripping from his pelt, binding him to them, filling his soul with their own darkness. Tapered auditives lay sewn to his royal skull, nares never flare, yet sense everything in the ominous meadow. Liquid obsidian oculars lay narrowed, a thick viel of ebon tresses spilling over, shrouding the flames within. Razor hooves sting the gentle soil as he shifts through the forest, unseen by those who do not look. Dial is held like royalty, high atop lofty perch, attached to muscular neck. Dark gaze of pure hatred slips to the steel femme, the steed becoming motionless, his face contorted with the Devil's features. Ebony threads smack his powerful haunches soundlessly, a deep baritone snort the only indication such a soul dwelled within the deep forest, hidden behind mangled branches, bound by a deep contract of obsidian heart. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ........ Tortured Soul 19:46:04 05/20/01 Sun <^> ... <^> ... <^> ... <^> -- Thee Sin, 20:49:19 05/20/01 Sun ....................... -- Tortured Soul, 12:32:48 05/21/01 Mon <^> ... <^> ... <^> ... <^> -- Thee Sin, 15:41:25 05/21/01 Mon .......... -- Tortured Soul, 16:00:28 05/21/01 Mon <^> ... <^> ... <^> ... <^> -- Thee Sin, 18:27:17 05/21/01 Mon ..... -- Tortured Soul, 20:27:48 05/21/01 Mon <^> ... <^> ... <^> ... <^> -- Thee Sin, 17:01:38 05/22/01 Tue