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Subject: ...fading fast from pity... Author: Dark Illusion [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:51:32 05/18/04 Tue In reply to: Vulcan 's message, "~White light fading~" on 20:46:18 05/17/04 Mon A silent ruffle and a shifting of branches as the sun radiated the form of the another equine, a burning red canvas splotched with ebonite stalks of branches from the over hang of a continues emereald canvas. The facade of the femmora was hidden behind a large clump of bushes, pupils glancing this way and that, looking for him... With a quick shift of her gaze, she spots the brawny brute, eyes coming to halt upon his worn frame. She was upset, and not afraid to show it, this time she wasn't sparing her 'elder', dubbed so by E.H., her pity... She walks away from her cover, eyes piercing his, unyeilding as she swiftly walks towards him, not even sparing to pause and make small talk first. What's become of you Vulcan? Not the brave and unshakable warrior I used to know? You've lost your touch, and because of what, please tell me I'm dying to know what pitiful event has brought you to such a lowly level. Her tone was traced back to the previous event, and she was still draught about the situation. She wouldn't support him with her honeyed tone, or comfort him with tailored storys, no she'd come to shake him off his throne of blind sided pity. It was out of respect for him, as rouge and sly as it may be it was for the better, he needed to realize what he was falling from and quiet making matters worse. Pouting in a corner and daring not face the issue head on was plain stupid as far as she was concerned. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: ~White light fading~ Author: Vulcan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:20:18 05/18/04 Tue ((change text colour! lol ... can't seee...)) Vulcan stares at the mare, eyes widening in shocked pain at her words. He snorts, the thundering noise loud in the silence as he stares at her. One great hoof is lifted and slammed into the ground, creating a minor earthquake. He steps back and tosses his head. Pitiful! Pitiful indeed. And lowly, with hearts torn cry that brings the tallest to cold earth and the basest to the same, biting earth with grim hope that tomorrow will be better, but bitter is the only answer that comes. Love's lost, but love was never held, so false is loves hope and loves loyalty that most natural seems to be to even rats and lizards, sheep and dogs and ever on but never given to I ... hah! He turns away, stepping with one quick movement onto the air above the grass. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: You can look down and fall or you can look up and fly Author: Dark Illusion [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:39:25 05/18/04 Tue She watches him intently stepping to the right and walking towards him off to the side, keeping her eyes transfixed upon his. Her tone was still rough, but it held truth, and her words softened some, this time offering a tad bit of comfort. It is all in how you look at it Vulcan... you can look at life as a damned cause and fall to your own pity, or you can keep reaching for the stars, and never give up. Just keep your goal in sight and love will come, someday it will, you just have to wait, thats all and quiet acting like a pouting child. Pitying yourself doesn't help, you just keep looking at all the negative and you get so focused on your lost you can never recongnize a gain... I'm not lecturing you, just trying to offer some help, as cruel and downright wrong it may seem it's the truth, and sometimes the truth can be painful. She continues to watch him closely, not even noticing he'd decided to hover above the ground. He could take what she'd said and blame her for hurting him or he could put some of her advice to use and maybe start looking ahead instead of behind. Why don't you take a stroll with me. Vulcan I care about your state of mind, thats what friends are for, not that we've really ever had anything but small talk, but I still care. I suggest you take my offer, it will only come once. I can't change how you feel or fix your problems, all I can do is make you realize you have to do that yourself. No one else can help you but yourself and you can start right now by coming down and taking a walk with me. Oh she felt so elderly at the moment, helping someone much more wiser and experienced than her. But then again, I guess we all need someone to set us straight sometimes don't we? (Occ: Eeek, my font is horrible, I fixed it, soooo sorry my friend) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: ~I am nothing before the winds~ Author: Vulcan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 03:10:59 05/19/04 Wed He closes his eyes, still for a second, before convulsions shake the huge span of his chest. Some greater upset? No ... the stallion laughs, bitterly but fully, tossing his head to look back over his shoulder at the uppity mare. When he speaks his voice is louder, still in the sing-song parlance of before. What do you know, mortal, of the lifes span bleed of my pain? I flail in pain, I thrash hard and feel it blacken down my very core but still I struggle onward. My sky is gone, dark, black, blacker, blackest... What great sinner I, to feel such as this? No love do I seek, that I may chase some harlots scent To spawn more foals - Fie! Foals and heartbreak, heartbreak and foals Side by side they dog me, one for one, for another You drip blind syrup, my ill thought adviser My love and my cares just this day held your life in his maw in snarling defence of my self and my soul No, I found what I sought - and it begger me. Leave me ... speak not of healing when today fresh hewn, my wounds cry gaping gore and bitter loss of illusion, if not heart and soul of my love and illusion of love, and sires fond folly. Leave me! He huffs, swinging his head away violently and beginning to stroll slowly away with lowered head. His hooves still find purchase on the air, lifting him slowly higher. The wind whips his hair. (( tanks :) ... guess I'm studying Shakespeare at school? Othello infact. As Iago says ... 'Hell and night, shall bring this monsterous birth to the worlds light.')) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]