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Date Posted: 20:51:27 01/17/03 Fri
Author: Bitter Sweet
Author Host/IP: c-24-118-152-100.mn.client2.attbi.com / 24.118.152.100
Subject: .|.Dying Ember.|.

.|. The banshee lay nearby her foal watching his every move. She laughed as the little one bounded into hidden snowdrifts the size of him. Her amber bonfires scanned the horizon as the soft golden light flooded the small cave she had cleaned out long ago. She watched silently as the sun slowly crept below the eternity of azure skies. Recepetives let in all sounds taking whatever she could into stride around her foal. The slightest crunch of a leaf and she would put her system in overdrive. Her charcoaled daggers were splintered by her years of walking on ice bedded terrain. Jolts of electricity traveled through her.It came quickl;y and suddenly.|.

.|.She crawled further into he depths of the clammy damp cave to hide herself from Torch’s Legacy. Her body shook roughly against the barren surface of the stones placed at her feet. Her fulcrums folded allowing her chassis to curl up on the ice as the seizures ripples through her body sucking away life. Fear struck her hard like a blow to the mind. Fear that Torch’s Legacy would see her. Fear the Torch’s Wind would come and check up on her and see her like this. Her body lay mercilessly on the ground shaking constantly. How could she bare to let anyone see her mangled body? In such despair and mutiny? She wouldn’t allow it. Her only cure was that of fresh air, her life had strangled her. She was trapped in a cage. Damp, dark, and musky like the cave she was in now. Her bodice suddenly stopped the frequent trembling allowing air to pass through the portal to her lungs. She winced at the pain and scooted further towards the entrance to check up on her colt. A tall dark figure stood over her. Watching. It’s face grim and dark. But she refused to believe it. It was simply a hallucination. It couldn’t be an omen of any sort. She would not travel to the gates of the Dark Forest so soon. Her eyes pleaded with the demon. She wouldn’t. Would she?.|.

Bitter Sweet
Beta of the Blizzard
Mistress of Ice

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