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Date Posted: 02:38:16 10/16/01 Tue
Mare lips open once and an extended muzzle towards royal and IF... she meant no harm, yet she knew they were not to be frightened if they saw her story, she nickered in pain as she concentrated, showing them all she had been thorugh, and thouh little in comparison to what some had been thorugh, it was enough... for pain, at any rate...
~*~You see a stallion and mare, the mare the same as the one which died in her ealier vision. she was grey as misty twilight, but was good. The stallion was black, and evil. The most evil male in their land. his first mate, Vixen of the Night, was there also, and there was a foal, black, also, but good, though her smile lay hidden, she was good. The shadowy mare was trying to kill the good mare, and her foal, and one day, she succeeded in killing the mare and the foal's brother, yet she could only curse the other foal, Wind Swept, for she had powers within to stop the magic. Now, Wind Swept was two mares, an evil, the bringer of death, and a good, the sweeper of the skies. WS nickered lightly as you see the two battle again, in several places (u know how in some movies the actors are still, like kissing or something and the backgrounds change while they're doing it so you know that it happens pretty much every time they meet, but they don't stop acting? That's what happens with the terrains they fight on) and the mares continuously fight. There is a chilling factor that a mare can see herself, and attempt to kill it, so she was split... two mares, now, exist, one, WS, the other, un named... unknown except by now four horses, all others just believe its one mare... one warped mare, yet WS knew these horses were now in danger... she had exposed them to it now, yet it was all that would keep her alive, otherwise they would unmistakeably be killed, and she would not be able to defend them from the wrath of the unknown... of good and evil joined, for truely that was what she was... the good side of a mare who held two personalities, and every once in a while the dark won over, and her eyes went crimson, and she was evil... oh, so evil... destiny has played with luck, and this is their progney... indeed a strange,v and somewhat bad concoction of good and evil.~*~
Wind Swept now lay, unmoving, just still, and a chill went over your spine as you remember the long, traumatic scenes in the story (I had a really good idea for it, but after I got home from school, I couldn't remember it, soI just made something up. lol) and as you watch her limp body... she looks so still... almost... dead
her head raises and she nickers, attempts to nicker one last time, a gratitude to you for letting her story become known and her head falls to the ground, a loud thud is heard as mares cranium hits ground, and the shadowy mare watches from the shadows, her chilling laugh echoing through the forest of misty twilight as a hoof of ivory marking paws rocky terrain. Lobes pin to skull of shadowed mare, and she rears, triumphant this time, and retreats before battle can commence...
(WS isn't dead, she's on;ly JUST alive...)
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