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Date Posted: 21:58:30 11/19/01 Mon
Author: Soul of Darkness
Subject: .. no need ..
In reply to: Fire and Ice 's message, "... haunting ..." on 13:26:09 11/19/01 Mon



^ The glory of this spirited one rests 'pon the lightly dewed earth before ebon stud. Watching and taking in the sights that flutter before he, in much practised ease. Yet though this place was familiar and so the vixen before he.. he was a stranger. Watching and pushing forth delicate plush in direction of bruja. Whickering ever so lightly, as if a single breeze would blow this away. As a memory made to haunt him and nothing more. Watching she through brilliant sapphires. She was a memory within a memory. Someone who would never fade and had done so. Lifting tresses of ebon plumage forth from sinewy hocks, steed lifts crania higher and bugles out to she. Though their distance not be far it was eternity to cross. Then it all came back.. the oasis that served as their home, the fiery one that had saved his soul from a damnation so deep and horrible. Those that ran with he, in all the glory of this place. Old, and rusted as they be, the memories came back, in a flood. Unbearable to those of weaker mind, and heart. For it was emotion beyond that of passion, and of hate. Stronger than the winds which taunted him until this day. Would she too know who he was. This familiar presence which bound them together. Such as the thread that seperated sanity. Soon it was all but rejoicing, stud stopped his cautious movements, and was near her at once. She was a blossom 'pon the snow lit floor, the only thorn 'pon a blood red rose. And yet would she remember the times, that had torn him from her, and had brought them back again? For they were long gone, past.. Silent whickerings turn to bugles of joy, and gentle pushing of plush turn into caressings. And yet did he do this without her realization? Stepping back 'pon blnaketed floor. Brute looks 'pon fair maiden before he. For the memories were long gone and past.. would she remember? ^

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