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Date Posted: 15:40:53 01/24/02 Thu
Author: Wasn't Meant to Fly
Subject: ...bad horsey...

Emerald tendrils rustle in the blind darkness of night. A breeze? A waft from the Heavens? No, forth he strides, massive of stature. Solid, muscular form moves out of the darkness.

'Tis he dark himself, as all are assumed to be? No, sky-light falls, gleaming 'pon ore-stained flesh. Metallic beast, with long powerful stride. Wide kelsons crushing, defeating leafy shoots. Silvered pelt shines in health and prime, feathered pistons growing yellowed, ironed dapples swirling 'cross loins and haunch. Steely, thickened strands wrapping 'round skull and iron-tipped hocks.

All is huge, of massive brute, wide chest, solid attentive visage raised, 'pon thickly muscled neck in contemplation of turf and around.

Old scars of battles passed, battles won marr Heavenly flesh, tapered cups swivelled forward, interest sparked in oculli shrouded in darkness.

Daggered plates press deeply to terr', bearing massive burden to stillness, darkened pools searching, for one, whom would speak of him the way. Need he no entrance, no bugling, thundering call. The trembling pound of burdened footfall would be enough.



Evil thinks not to beguile us by unveiling the terrible truth

of it's festering intent, but comes, instead, disguised in the

diaphanous robes of virtue, whispering sweet-sounding

lies intended to seduce us into the dark bed of our eternal

graves.

Though a veil be pulled before your eyes, you still can see

this is no angel.

He just wasn't meant to fly.


((Argh... Work is not a good place for RP-ing...))

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