Anger...Sadness -- Moon Ripple's Hidden Ravine

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Date Posted: 10:58:35 04/25/02 Thu
Author: ~o Moon Ripple o~
Subject: Anger...Sadness
In reply to: �The Brolga� 's message, "�silent entr'da�" on 17:30:16 04/24/02 Wed

A bolt of silver lightning launches itself at the Brolga, leaping through the bush, singeing the gray hairs as he streaks past. A shrill scream of anger escapes his lips. He rears, hooves slicing through the air, hindquarters rippling like silver mercury. Hooves flailing wildly, he towers above the other, hooves like daggers, battering the air. Angrily, he tosses his head, eyes rolling, moonshine tresses flying wildly as though a fierce wind had been conjured. A sickening crack was heard as a bolt of lightning turned the grass beneath the Brolga's hooves to charcoal, blinding him and illuminating Moon Ripple in a vibrant yellow. The elements were with him. Dropping to the ground, Moon Ripple advanced. His neck snaking and sharp teeth bared, he attempted to grasp the gray's wither. His teeth snapped the air, just missing the deadly grip. His cold, icy stare pierces, almost slashes the Brolga's eyes. He held the gaze, eyes never leaving the gray brute.

A trumpeting warning erupts his lips as he alerts Harvest, Angel and Elodie. Eyes soften as they turn to Star and he gives her a comforting glance. Gently he croons, soothing her. She would return. Silver bodice trembles with a fierce, unsurpassed love. Soft nip is placed on her wither as he nudges her towards the Brolga. For a moment he pauses, watching her go. A sad, forlorn look in his eyes.

Then, with a last terrible scream, he chases the Brolga out of his territory, snapping at his heels, not giving him the satisfaction of an easy steal. His ears lie in their silvery bed of moonshine. His tail darts and leaps like living light, sparks of white hot fire. His silver coat shimmers crimson with a deep, fierce anger. His nares dilate blood red. This stallion would not win the battle. Revenge was his. He would give his life for his mares. His actions would be merciless.

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*Gone* -- Black Star, 01:21:06 04/26/02 Fri