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Subject: ::..Continuation..:: Author: Devil's Playground [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:56:24 05/25/02 Sat -mire lumps over lustrous raven pelt decorated in paint like patterns of dark chocolate and pure raven hue, tender flesh of pink discoloration remain exposed with battle wounds of raven brute, equally battled. Fortification was ment to be promised, as she had to raven steed that tempted her actions..She would stay, forever if it took to keep the defeat. Cold, frozen over heart remains hidden from the light she still refused to join… Here not for love, but for victory of bloodshed.. Yes, love for the iron beast was there, but the guts were not to prove it true. Eye contact is avoided, only remaining guard in the bullet rain that targets her body covered with crimson that stains her pelt. She had served the family deed, honor as warrior that tonight she truly became… Before, only a intermediate, but tonight she put the fear in hell. She cared not if her sire would be proud, she had long lost respect for the trophy winning stallion that her sibling had become, and she would not. Her mother on the other hand, though how cruel of a filly hood she had, did care of the judgment put on my Serenity. Loved as a hateful warrior she was, and would always be, she still remained the same love today as the guardian angel that watches over her.. And everyone she loved…. The iron stud which she was so willing to put herself in front for a sacrifice had to mean something..Deep down, somewhere… He was the father she wanted…But, was it really there? I feeling..Was she meant to do this or take sides and defeat the black stallion then run from Amber Fire… Afraid of turning soft thorns tighten against royal crown, pacing to and fro as she waits silently… She would be the guardian for the harem of Blooded aunt, Amber fire and colt…Day and night, till the sun rises and the sun sets.. - //Devil’s Playground// \\A death is only thy Playground\\ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]