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Spectral Ice
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Date Posted: 10:42:10 08/06/03 Wed
Dainty Arabian filly trips lightly to a ledge in the territory, hooves lifting and falling together prettily, shining hide gleaming softly like new snow. The frothy beauty's conformation is flawless, perfect, gorgeous in every aspect, so gorgeous you feel a tight hurt in your throat, as though you would burst into sobs. Her achingly beautiful face is exquisitely chiseled, dished and tapering to a tiny sooty teacup muzzle, with an angelic, innocent look. Indeed, her entire appearance is angelic, white like a swan and naive like a virgin. Only her eyes betray her. They are black, burning with an icy hatred for all, and smolder coldly. Frozen embers, icy coals, empty, soulless pools with a horrible demonic aura of one who has sold their very soul, their very essence to the powers of hell. In the smouldering icicles is a burning emptiness, a piercing, searing hatred. Soot-tipped banner flags behind her, silken strands floating blithely in the breeze. She is angelic...and ghostlike. Only the swirling mist in the dead of a moonless night can show her for what she truly is. But now...none can tell.
Snowy belle tones a clear, pure note from her small, perfectly shapen muzzle, the sweet sound drifting gently on the breeze, searching for the first to hear it.
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