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Post by devilsadvocate on Jan 8, 2007 0:18:46 GMT -5
"you and me both know that the light equine is of a dieing breed, he wishes all to join him in his darks ways, and most have accepted" his breath growing shorter at every word worried him but he did not let the feamma see
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 8, 2007 0:22:47 GMT -5
"Then take me with you," Magick replied, feeling herself deteriorating everytime he spoke. "I do not agree the light equine is a dying breed." Anger suddenly overcame her once more. "That lord has put filthy lies in your mind! Can't you see he poisioned you with heartless genecide for your own coven?!" She sighed, her creamy forelock shielding her white blaze. "Just bring me to the land..."
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Post by devilsadvocate on Jan 8, 2007 0:24:46 GMT -5
"never" he said bravely "i would rather die then see a strong femma like you turned dark by A devil and i shall not take you where i am going unless you wish to see me die" he chocked those last words out his breath growing dangerously slow
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 8, 2007 0:29:12 GMT -5
"What makes the difference?" she retorted. "If I didn't come you'd die. If I'd come, you'd die too!" She was becoming more and more confused, as well as agitated. "I am not as easily willingly submitting to the dark ways." Her face became shadowed.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Jan 8, 2007 0:31:44 GMT -5
"yes if you did go to the land i would not die but i shall never show you the land for everyone there will turn dark or die." he mumbled every breath he took hurt as his throught slowly closed blocking his air way. He knew he had to keep moving, holding off death until he made it to the right terra to die
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 8, 2007 0:35:16 GMT -5
At that point, a melancholic breeze drifted through Magick's astonished expression, as she stopped in her tracks. She watched the slumped stag...slowly drift away. If she followed him, she'd jeporadize her chances of surviving. Either way, that stag was as good as dead. She blinked back tears before the stag's silhouette vanished in the distance.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Jan 8, 2007 0:38:29 GMT -5
He stoped a ways ahead and looked back at her silhouette before he lay another tear on the ground for he was dieing for her and at the moment the tear hit the ground he colapsed exasted of walked. The hand closeing tighter on his throught causeing less oxygen to his blood
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Post by devilsadvocate on Jan 8, 2007 0:43:17 GMT -5
another tear after another hit the ground as he breathed slower and slower as thought of rage filled his mind 'she did not even come to confert me at my last moment, i an dying for her' the air around him grew heavyer as his head lay in the small puddle of tears
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 8, 2007 0:44:41 GMT -5
Magick stared, horrified. She'd never seen a horse die before her eyes before, except for when the darks murdered the lights. She didn't dare take a closer step to see his lifeless body. Relentless guilt surged through her veins as she galloped the opposite direction, away from the stag. Had she caused the death? She knew her vengeance would be hurled before the dark lord himself, for causing death to her "dear friend." She wanted to avenge him...
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 5, 2007 0:32:36 GMT -5
He lays there, watching her canter off, not wanting to see him die. The hand constricting his air path grew tighter yet. Cousing him to start gasping for breath, but the hand closes shut and he strugles to breath. Kicking at his stomic out of instinct, killing himself.
As the blood trickles out of his mouth, his eyes roll to the back of his head and his heart slows, slower and slower until it finally stops. His cold dead bode lays ther in the dirt. His head in a puddle of blood and tears. No thoughts now rush threw his mind. But up into the sky was a light god of equil power of the devil that had killed him and he felt the stallion had risked his life for the mare. The stallion had a right to live.
The light horse god flies down on wings of gold and silver, taking the shape of the mighty fresian stallion. He stomps his hoof, starting the cycle of him back to life. He sacrafices the field mouse for speed, the eagle for spirit, and last but not least, the last leaf on the apple tree. For what he did not know but it played an inportant sacrafice.
He stomps his hoof again and the sacrafices swoop into the stags body raising him up in a blueish light that filled the area. He was set down and before the stag could speak the stag nodded and POOF, vanished. The stag shook him self, not knowing what had happened or why he was there. He ambled out of the terra, triping a few times, trying to regain his balance.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 5, 2007 0:42:54 GMT -5
(Umm...awkward post, but whatever) Magick raised her nape from where she had stood. Could what she was seeing be a figment of imagination in her mind? (Wait, are we even allowed magical stuff like this to happen? Because...this IS a horse site...and there might not be a horse god) The mare galloped towards the newly reincarnated stallion. "Black Magic?" she cried, her voice quivering in fright and amazement. "What happened?" She stomped her bold flints before the stag, glancing to and fro to the vanishing light.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 5, 2007 0:46:14 GMT -5
(well it only happened once, and i really wanted him back)
He turned around and looked at her through glossy eyes. "You were right, there is a light god" a pause "and he is amazing" he replied, tossing his mane, walking up to her, touching her. Proving to her that he was real.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 5, 2007 0:50:40 GMT -5
Magick flinched at his touch, and returned him a welcoming smile. "It's like...you are a new stag again...and the burden is gone from you...are you free from the dark lord?" Magick replied, almost barely able to contain her joy. She watched his magnificent new bode perform before her. She was still endulged in amazement. "Black Magick...you're back!" she cried ecstatically, giving him a bold hug with her creamy nape.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Feb 5, 2007 0:52:46 GMT -5
He huged her back and then looked into her eyes, speaking with out thinking. "yes i am free from that dark master, forever!" he was filled with joy and moved back to hug her again with his nape.
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Feb 5, 2007 0:56:09 GMT -5
"I knew your body was gone, but your spirit was alive. I can feel you surging in my blood!" remarked Magick. She felt her bode drawing closer to his. Perhaps...this was truly the stag that was meant to claim her. She looked up at him, her blaze directly adjacent to his. She managed a weak smile.
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