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Date Posted: 16:20:35 09/11/02 Wed
Author: [c a t a c l y s m]
Subject: [t o r n]

[caught by the silken essence of death, twined in the rapture of these alluring songs of the damned, the unknown heir of night walker had made his way into the lands of tomorrow's wrath. serene in his own catastrophic way, his charismatic games oft were played within his twisted mind. he was what he was--nothing more, and nothing less. he would not flaunt his battle ability, nor his superior skills; that was for others to decide. sweet were the desperate melodies of the damned, and haunting though the tune it played a charming song to his soul. his highly amused aire often made others think him arrogant, but he simply mocked them from the shadows and taunted while their back was turned until it was his time to shine. he was patient..oh, he was patient. subtly arching his crest against the breeze that played with shadowy tresses, his dark gaze gleams with hidden malice yet the potential for understanding. simplicity sat with him best; he would not prance, or bugle to announce his arrival, or or even sidle a bit. calm in his own world of serenity, he instead watches the crimson monarch of stonehenge, and then the insomniac..she knew his father, did she not? allowing what could be made of equine features into a smirk to do so, he lets out a small cry of greetings to her, then turned his amused gaze back. he did not think that she would recognize him, or indeed even know him. he was an enigma unto himself and would not reveal his true lineage to any for quite some time. of course..to those who knew his father, they would be able to see some resemblance. the stocky yet graceful frame, the dark ebony of his father's pelt tinted mahagony, the shadowy eyes that held the potential for compassion..the way he subtly arched his crest as the only sign of the onslaught of fury which was to come, should he find reason to unleash it. the gleaming prospect of a debut in a place set apart from the thirteenth dimension piqued his interest, and so he set forth to enter the lands. stopping in front of the shadowy form as it commanded, yet keeping his head almost defiantly raised, he refuses to dip his muzzle. there, too, was the proud respect that his father had always done--unforgiven until proven forgived, and unsubmissive until proved worthy. hell, he was already the pilot of the planes - why not go all-out and shoot for the elite as well? entering without true talent would spell the end..well he assumed he had true talent, hoping to have caught some from his parents night walker and rosemary, the leads of hawkmeadow in the thirteenth dimension. he did not care about his lineage, for blood made nothing - oft the lowliest beggar was the true shiner whilst the son of kings and queens was nothing but a pretty show. so he did not flaunt his lines, did not really speak of them unless asked. he came and stood before the judge that was to judge his worth]

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:: accepted :: -- kat, 16:26:38 09/11/02 Wed