-=Whispers of a Nameless Fear=- -- Starlight Valley

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Subject: -=Whispers of a Nameless Fear=-

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Nameless Fear

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Date Posted: 08:52:02 04/10/04 Sat
In reply to: Fearless 's message, "-Snorts-" on 16:32:45 04/07/04 Wed

Bod' advances to the brute's side, ebon dial dipping for a quick drink to refresh herself. It's alright sir. Small smile forms in attempt to comfort the brute, whom she had found quite charming in the rather short period of time since she'd met him. Orb watched the other male with caution, unsure of his intentions. May I ask what his story is? She questioned, curious to know why things were, starting with the silver male.

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Conquered Soul
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Date Posted: 11:17:55 04/11/04 Sun

Deeper. Deeper. Is it possible for him to go so deep that he could never wake again? Fallen, fallen is the silver beast who once was of noble blood. Deeper. Darker. He must escape. Light was just a memory... no... it was a myth. Darkness cloaked him. He offered his broken soul but Death would not take it so easily. Why must you torture me so! He screamed in the face of Death. Why couldn't it just take him? He could then be with his mother. His precious mother. The last thing of beauty he ever saw.

Scarred form rippled with shudders as he continued his way into darkness. Only Death's gate stood in his way now. Somehow he had to open it. Where was the Lady and her sword now? The Lady. He cursed the Lady Kathryn. Her name was foul. Her being. He blamed himself for the death of beauty. He blamed her for it as well. The Lady...the Lady... His spirit groaned.

Physically he groaned as well and moved from the shadows. Hooves started a steady pace. He was moving... moving to the land of darkness. Surely something there would ease his endless pain. There was nothing here.

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