<font color=black>*^*Of no belonging...*^* -- ~+Bachelor Stallions+~

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Date Posted: 18:44:08 06/01/01 Fri
Author: Sh�t�n
Author Host/IP: 1Cust13.tnt5.lax9.da.uu.net / 65.224.0.13
Subject: *^*Of no belonging...*^*

*^*For once, there is no more...and the rest is but a thought passing by... The winds seem to move in a particular rhythm, ceasing a halt from their mindless travels through the delicate skies, for there are no clouds to tumulate the continuous ease through which the atmosphere holds. No...today is different... There is yet another disturbance to the simple serenity of this land. Ah, but indeed it is the new pair of eyes that troubles your soul being, a new spirit, a new threat... His raptitious manners seemingly lance forth toward your awakened concsious to ignite a haughty annoyance towards his surrender upon this domain. Of all places it is here he must choose, and your aimed tyranny is what forces your gaze to level accusingly upon his subjecting appearance...*^*

*^*Yet still you wait, almost ignorant to the echoing wail of the falcon's impetuous lore, a foreshadowing in which one should know better than to disregard as a risen scream denotes the icy fear that has been long since regained. And it is as just as you may, that this new intruding presence should become no more than the dominant adversary in your lure of threats, and the sight that has yet for your inquisations as only steady treads of footfalls brings this enticing nemisis forward.*^*

*^*Alas the figure appears, yet it is one to be thought of as immortal. He stops upon the far premise, slow and enduring as he sets his gaze through a convicting trial upon these lands and what creatures it bequeaths.... He comes no closer, for the advancing is left to his crude gaze, mocking and haunting this land through flames of wind driven ferocity.*^*

*^*At this distance it would seem as though your drive to define his true figure would arise to an impossible plateau, yet it takes no challenge to depict his timeless, classic type. Even through shallow apparations of heat, does his noble head rise in superiority, a regal arrogance in which contributes to the tuned masculinity in which his being exemplifies. Hard muscles line throughout his body, all rippling defiantly beneath a taut hide of ebony shone. The arch to his neck draws in divine elegance, thoroughly balancing a thick banner of silken mane that mounts his neck, cresting, and then falling low to nip slightly at his now, silenced muscles... ...Portruding flames erupt about the air around him, yet their invisible quality is nothing but a mirage led to behold your mind in a fake resilience, though mirage or not, it takes his presence to a new, acquiring level of haunting spirituality.*^*

*^*He gives each equine below less than a minute's stare before turning upon the high precipice. His billowing tail is held with parallel dignity, as riveting whisps of his black tail stream behind his striding body. Piston-like legs devour the ground in a steady rhythm, mindful of the adorning objects that seem to dare the mighty stallion to step around them. He takes not a single look back towards the bachelors below, for his destined awakening was never to be of soliditary loneliness.... He leaves with figurative promises of never to return to this territory, 'Yallah', for it is time for him to prove his merciless power in the attempt for a domain of his own...*^*

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*you hear a warrior mare call you -- Night Warrior~In the darkness stands the deadly killing flower, 18:49:34 06/01/01 Fri