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Subject: .u njust p arable. Author: Wolf [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 07:42:21 05/03/03 Sat In reply to: Perfection & Aphrina 's message, "The Light Is My Strength" on 21:42:16 05/02/03 Fri ((LOL thanks.....there were exerpts from some of ma favorite parables in that passage, but only one or two....but thanks fer reading it!)) The slate orbs watched the other decisevely, with unnoticed jocular interest; and nonchalantly his tongue grappled with the bit which pinned his head so akwardly. However, he remained placidly unaware, and his eyes shown with such menace it seemed as if they were frozen in their own form of a diabolical grin at the world he had left and outwitted. He suddenly burst forth with unsuspected speech to the other; his body had remained so hollow and lifeless that it seemed his coma-like state would have remained until the other flinched in the wolf's mind games. His words broke loose to the other steed like a thunderclap. His introduction rolled quickly from his lips in expressions of indecency; namby-pamby oaths. Each word was a blasphemy, and although there were so few they crisped and crackled like electric sparks. It was not a common understanding coming from such a cumbersome beast, and was at a loss for a proper description from literary expression. But the articulateness of his metaphors were a penchant for forcible figures and phrases; but the peculiar vividness of the sparce few was appreciated *ENOUGH ABOUT THE WORDS ALREADY! lol* "Wolf. Sea Wolf. I do hope you dont mind in my resignence upon these......." his eyes passed with discourity. "Lands." And let his expression not be misread; it is not that the lands are not good enough for him; probably the nicest presentation of mother earth in its verdant form the steed has ever let his legs grace. But thats why he discouraged it. It was land, and only land. There was no crash of the sea, no borderlines, the rythmetic roll of the tide and crunch of the conch. The gruff rasp of the sailers is long past, the banging and the shuffling of wooden crates and primordial tools; the clink of shod hooves on planks and the crisp echo of a cracking whip was all but an enigma. So it is not as if he looked down upon the lands; it was just a setback of what he knew. "Perhaps in a considerate fashion you might help me detach myself from these forsaken chains? They are not a trouble to me; I just dont find it unreasonable for a formidable equine to stretch a stiff neck every once and awhile; if you do not find my words misleading." (PLEASE dont take Wolf the wrong way! I know he sounds rude but he's really not trying to be; its just, he's grown up with NO love at all, and little or no social skills; he's really smart, and can discuss philosphy to the bone; its just that his concern is pleasuring himself only and proving his point.....so he's not threatning or making personal attacks in rudeness to Perfection personally, thats just how wolf is lol.) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date _______Charm3d (Entrall3d) Cori, Esperanza 11:01:58 05/03/03 Sat ~a bronzed dame approaches~ -- Amunet, 16:20:39 05/03/03 Sat y. ou s. tand o. n d. ead m. an's l. egs; a. ll o. f y. ou. -- Wolf, 15:16:38 05/08/03 Thu ~takes the initiative~ -- Amunet, 04:40:16 05/09/03 Fri _________Charm3d (entrall3d) -- Cori/Hope, 08:58:19 05/10/03 Sat