Denali
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Our lives are not judged by what we are doing or by what we have already done But by what we can do.
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Post by Denali on Sept 3, 2007 21:11:32 GMT -5
M.o.n.t.e.l.l.a
Let me know that I've done wrong when I've known this all along I'll go around a time or two just to waste my time with you. Tell me all that you've thrown away; find out games that you don't wanna play..you are the only one who needs to know....
The sand stretched to the cliff that tow'rd hgh over the ocean, a daunting challenge. almost as though it were saying ' just try to break me.' the ocean, in response, endlessly, and nearly tirelessly beat upon the cliff, accepting and taking the challenge. Of course, she did have her days where she would do such as to remember her once love, and take peace - however momentarily. Such defiance, even in the sudo nonliving.
Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be. who are you? who are you? I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do, I won't try, no I won't try, You don't define me, you don't define me.
Pa-pa dum! Pa-pa dum! Hard hoofed equine cantered along the beach leading to the cliffs. Blanched fae triple-beated through the nitrogen-chloride fused water soaked sand. Azule hued ojos preened through the slick, terrain that lay ahead of her, picking out the safest possible trail to climb. forelimbs planted as the fae reached the bottom most part of the cliff. Looking even more closely and cynically now that she could see the thin edge more clearly. Waiting.
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Post by mattiegrl on Sept 16, 2007 13:54:39 GMT -5
Galloping heavily accross the beach he ran. A fine beast by far with handsome features of face and hide. His pelt was pure white but scarred from a ship wreck and fight. His navy eyes were slightly sunken from recovery of a disease, but he was strong all the same.
Why did he come here? Perhaps it was to get out of his herd. To be free for a while instead of confined in the borders of his mountains. Whatever the reason was, he had forgotten it. Now in his mind he saw the fae splashing in the rough current of the water.
She was nothing compared to his lost love, though the past must stay in the past. He had accepted the fact that his love was gone, though would never forget her wilst he moved on. He watched her as she picked a trail, noticing that she avoided the rougher terrain.
Seeing the fae stop and look out expectedly made his heart sink somewhat. Was she waiting for someone? Perhaps he was living in a fantasy, but was worth a shot to ask. He reared so that she could see his snow pelt and whinneyed to her.
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