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| Subject: Return of the Dark Mistress of the Horrors | |
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Author: Golden Pheonix & Blood Falcon |
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Date Posted: 15:26:42 05/08/03 Thu In reply to: Whispering Jets 's message, "~Can You Hear The Whispers~" on 13:29:39 05/04/03 Sun Pheo fell to the earth, laying her cheek against the cool dirt. "Why so sad, sister?" The hissing voice seemed to come from the wind. Pheo looked up and cried out as she saw someone she never thought to see again. She did not rise, staring in disbelief at the ruined mare that once had been her noble kin-Falcon. Blood Falcon was scraggly, her coat marred with scarring, and bloodstains that she hadn't bothered to was. Her sable hide was still as dark as the moonless, starless night sky, yet lacked luster. Her mane hung down into her eyes and was tangled and tendils clung together in the embrace of dried blood. Her horn of silver was broken, the end jaged where the tip was missing. Her pinions were useless and hung at her sides, not properly folded along her spine.One of them was crooked and obviouslly broken, the jagged bone portruding through the membrane. Her depthless eyes were the only thing that shone, but shone with the light of someone who wished death. "Falcon," Pheo breathed, rising. The two were now truly opposites. Pheo was golden, warm and beautiful like life, Falcon now foresaken, dark, and cold like death. "You're alive." "As are you sister," the mare rasped matter-of-factly. "How?" Falcon laughed, the harsh sound even harsher as it became a ragged throat-constricting cough. "That is of my own knowledge, Phoenix." Pheo looked at her wasted counterpart, "You didn't deserve this," she whispered. "I deserved death," Falcon snarled. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| §Thanx For making Me A Fighter!§ | Whispering Jets | 13:02:12 05/10/03 Sat |
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