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Date Posted: 18:27:06 04/01/02 Mon
Author: Silence of the Lambs
Subject: *Soaked with sweat or blood, eyes filled with sweat or blood, tongue lathered with sweat or blood.*

*Morbid song fills unworthy wind, sky showing hints of crying as opening fills itself with darkness. Humidity
billows up ontop of itself, filling each gap and valley it could find. Mist rises up from pounding mossy earth only to
sink back, Earth bound. Angelic whisks swirl and dance around opening into meadow. Door way fills with
movement of nearly transparent moisture, suddenly broken aside by graceful black figure ducking through the veil.
Long limb reaches forth into untouched pasture, midnight body wet, nearly dripping. Nostrils heave deep breaths,
body ran as hard as one could run, lines raced until soaked with sweat or blood, eyes filled with sweat or blood,
tongue lathered with sweat or blood. Creased breast and shoulders roll with restful gate, eyes rolling as well, though
slowly, almost gently they roll over each figure that appears at her side. She weaves herself through the crowd,
youthful lashes casting downward shadows upon misleading eyes. Like a cat she purrs in the wind, black body, the
deepest, untouched by sun nor moon, though seemingly crimson when hit by some foreign pigment or beam. Her
hooves leave little note of existence, if they rubbed at soil or existed at all. At last, she stops, and turns to look back
down the path she had woven. Demoness makes no word, nor movement, nor sound. Even beating of wild heart
cannot be filtered from chest. If a heart there lie within velvet.*

Name - Silence of the Lambs
Breed - Andalusian
Age - 5
Color - Black
Gender - Mare
Personality - Oh yes. Like I�m going to tell you now.
Picture -

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