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Date Posted: 00:01:28 05/06/02 Mon
Author: fate & destiny
Author Host/IP: 152.163.206.196
Subject: .the.quizzical.
In reply to: Hellacious 's message, "-|demonic" on 10:05:34 05/03/02 Fri

Thick pines prickle hide o' satin, ground nor sky can not be seen. Is this what it feels like to be blind? Not a very plesant situation for an equine, the bruja now looking like a fool having wedged herself between clusters of thick and itchy trees. Such desparation to escape those insects?

Glints o' gold had reached the abhor, rythmic heart looses it's beat. A treasure?

Nah, fate would not be so kind. Prejudice, p'rchance?

If curiosity killed the cat, what had fate to send this witch o' raven? Overwhelming coppice desolved away, letting the mare's pride return to her, as she stood like a normal equin'. A pleading cry of youth snaps the attention with innocent authority. A lamb.

Harsh winds blow the creature to its knees, frantic gaze suggesting it was lost and helpless. It struggles to stand, shaking violently as frantic admire transforms into a stare o' basilisk.

trees.upon.tundra
fruits.hard.clothing
tropical.wonder
frozens.loathing
arise,wintry.hunger!

Vicious shaking dropped the lamb to his knees once more, letting him be. Eyes returned to a frantic state, looking with fear to the mare before him. He wasn't her victory. Canines lurked in from the shadows, entertaining bruja with gory display of 'catching dinner'. The pines 'round her came into existance again, blocking the images of wolves and their lamb-chops. Blocking the images of everything. 'Twas purely her interpretation -- her choice. Whatev'r she wished.

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[> [> [> -|demonic -- Hellacious, 14:46:43 05/07/02 Tue (152.163.201.179)

Fem snorts,nares widened as lobes prick'd,irises searching the dark clutter of trees helplessly.Trill of battle,edged with panic,was released as fem circled again and again,searching for a way out and searching for the canines,which were sure death if they attacked.

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