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Post by Courtney on Aug 18, 2003 22:38:29 GMT -5
Mandolin wandered, a shadow in the forest, silent and cautious. He had walked far, seemingly aimless and without cause, but he still felt as if he should continue. As if there were someone waiting, someone he should be there by.
He remembered, long, long ago, from the stallion Azure, had told him something but--for the life of him--he could not remember what it was. It was as if and great hand had swept over his mind, locking the memory in a tight grip, pushing his thoughts away, keeping him from remembering whatever it is that wants him to remember.
Shaking his head, his step wavered and his green coat swiped a tree, the bark scraping and cutting him. He stopped and gazed at the blood.
Such a frail liquid, he thought without reason. How strange it would be so strong and meaningful...
How strange this matter is what keeps my body alive...and yet, I am still dying...
Mandolin reluctantly and slowly tore his eyes away and he continued his search...but, for...what?
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