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Date Posted: 18:15:25 09/13/01 Thu
Author: �Diablo�
Subject: �c a l m�
In reply to: *Dancer* 's message, "* Fear *" on 19:48:53 09/12/01 Wed

�gaze locks on fading ivory, blackness soon sweeping over teh land, night falling quickly, small chills swirl around as winter is growing close. Shuddering slightly, nasils flare. cranium arches in slight fear yet calmness glitters through wide emeralds, peering from raven fore, stretching limbs, pushing off, holes made, crest strained, bronc lunges after love, sharp whistle bugels from vocal box, encarta chases after, dancing not so elegantly in the swift breeze. Tresses of raven disapear as they flap around, orills pace back into locks as daggers collide, and rip through earthing, branches and brambles snagging pelt. bronc wincing at the very touch of a thrown, hitching a blood thirsty ride on fore leg. tripping frequently on uplifted roots and vines tyrant quickly catches up to ivory, Spheres catch sight of entrance of enormous cave. Then it rings. Thats what it was Not the cave, but the lake.....The horrifying story.. nasils flare in frustration at his own stupidity of not calling back juvenile of his own blood. Another whistle rings still air as bronc slides to a stop. Followed by demanding squeal. picking up pace brute lurches into unsteady canter, fast pace, slipping on slate rock. skid marks show as tyrant looses balance for a second, scrambling to keep pace nad on feet. Another demanding whistle emits, yet this time more pleading. heart crushes slightly, for if little one got hurt, twas elder's fault. shaking chiseled vissage bronc keeps fast pace, deeper into black 'mouth'�

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:^: Confusion :^: ----- *Shivers* -- Red & Dancer, 20:58:26 09/13/01 Thu