[Conflict Rests] -- Breeding Brook

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Date Posted: 12:22:09 07/06/03 Sun
Author: Arachne
Subject: [Conflict Rests]

Arachne opened up a gateway to all whom wanted to hear. Her inside thoughts would enter into anyone's open ears and heart so she'd never need to explain it. She had been pushed to much, she couldn't go on. No trust, no family, no love where she came from. The devil thought that what he twas giving was down right love, but it twasn't. They were constant threats, he didn't want her there. She knew it, she could never be a part of his herd. She could never be a part of anyone's herd. Pitious scream tore fro' her sobbing larynx. Chest burned like fire, legs ached with fatigue, stomache boiled in hunger. She haulted, she stopped and whirled about, emitting another painful cry. Whipcord violently lashed int' the air, vitelle twas streaking across the sky like angered thunder clouds, how she wished she could just die about now. The horror-stricken mare forced herself to stop. Fetlocks violently trembling as she splashed into the brook. She had no business with breeding here, yet only to seek reverence to both the light and dark gods that seemed to work their powers here. The water felt cool and refreshing, like it had so long ago. Jewelled lampistra peered down into the babbling brook, long face and heavy heart signified her depression. She looked about cautiously, then took a slip of the water. Twas sweet and invigorating, but it hit her stomache like a kick in the guts. Cringing slightly she sighed, she couldn't run forever, but she couldn't stay there. She had made him promises, but he never trusted her. It was just too much. Where would she run? Where would she go next? Argh! It was so aggravating. Yet she let it run away on wing as she dreamed of a peaceful life, her murderous mind seemed to be lost in a daze of thoughts. She knew she had dark decent. . . And that twas all she knew. She hadn't ever once felt the ounce of light, if someone had never heard, smelled, or tasted it, how could one be so sure it wasn't the right way to go? Out of context to her rampaging thoughts she gave a gentle nicker, twas there some creature or god to come and soothe her now? She stepped out o' the babbling brook and laid to the side in the sun. It stroked her coat gently, careening with it, gentle specks of water that sparkled an unusual white making it seem as if she were the midnight sky.

She laid down, for a moment, concentrating on some kind of tactic, something. What could she do to make this easier on herself? Change her pelt? She had everypower to alter her image, for she was a magical beast. She closed her eyes and hoped for the best, anything would do, anything but this menacing black cloak that she had always wore. It was blood splattered and disgusting. She concentrated harder, in her mind, and to anyone elses' open heart became the image of a black unicorn mare, rearing up to the heavens. And fro' within the clouds, flew a white mare, stretching out to the black one. Both their nuzzles gently touched, and a blast of blinding light appeared. And there twas no more a black mare, yet only a white one with a horn o' pearl and wings like that o' an angel. Arachne concentrated hard on this. Perhaps this twas the way she wanted it to be, something dramatic. For she enjoyed being a passionate soul. Almost certain she could invoke a different cloak, she opened her eyes and there flew the mare. . .

She touched the muzzle o' the stranger, the pelt was so velvety soft and so pleasing to the eye. Arachne wickered as they touched, and the blinding light happened. And once arrived to that final point in her thoughts, she twas no more a black cloaked fool.

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Replies:

| Clever Costume | -- Fuoco Solitario, 15:31:43 07/06/03 Sun
- [Wanted. . . Dead or Alive] -- Arachne, 16:17:57 07/06/03 Sun
  - +Tides Wave+ -- Black Tide, 22:15:48 07/06/03 Sun
    - | And I'm All Angel | -- Fuoco Solitario, 07:39:51 07/07/03 Mon
      - RIGHT -- Doc., 06:04:14 07/08/03 Tue
        Hey -- Black Tide, 23:07:28 07/08/03 Tue
        SIGH -- Doc, 09:19:36 07/09/03 Wed
        Beware :P -- BT, 16:49:07 07/09/03 Wed
        [Spideress] -- Arachne, 17:33:37 07/10/03 Thu