[ React | L E V I A T H A N S E A ]
Posted by blah on 5/3/2005, 2:00 am, in reply to "Picture" AS HE FACED THE SUN HE CAST NO SHADOW In the desperation of a world gone down the drain, Arizona’s own heart startled in the revelation of what had to be done in order to let it continue it’s spin. It was crippling, these words held in satire and the hatred they portrayed as cruel monsters from under the bed came out to play and rip at the legs of those standing and holding their hearts out on their sleeves; Arizona was no exception to the rule. He had been sent down to his knees in tears and in the pain of bloodshed, the merciless heathens of his backdrop had come to deal him. Nevertheless, today, as the wind whipped through the saw grass and allowed it to sing, the red stallion stood with his forelegs crossed and his muzzle dipped down and to one side. His eyes were a myriad of emotions, well known and well thought of as they watched Locke in his trials and his tribulations. The morose vision was not one that Arizona had seen often; it was rare the creature watched his reflection in the waters of the rivers and streams that hide lined his past and present. However, it was there. It was known and it had been accepted for there wasn’t much else that Arizona could do with it. There was no way to be free of it, or the heat that bled through each heart. Locke was ignorant to the darkness of the world and how to rule it; Arizona was ignorant to the beauty and the bliss of the world and how to live in it… Therefore, each could learn something from the other, but now was not the time. Moments later as the brilliant bay’s thoughts spiraled to a maddening crescendo, Locke exploded into action sending Arizona’s proverbial eyebrow to a fine arch over one turbulent eye. It was almost idiotic, the way that the Sovereign had used his grace to flail about and scream, but of course, the stallion knew that Locke’s inner light bulb had flashed on and given him the voice in which to sing to his people. It had given the black brute a kiss to build a dream on, an allowance to think of things that Arizona would never be able to even believe in. Never be able to allow himself to partake in, but instead of allowing scorn and rudimentary mockery to cross his handsome features, he allowed himself a small smile as if to say “that’s it m’boy you’ve got it!” as his forelimbs uncrossed and picked up the fluid stride God had borne upon him. Each step brought the grand warrior closer to the greatness the warriors of the heart had written about in their logs, journals, and letters to the women they loved. The great Southern era had not been forgotten in the hands and souls of the stallion’s creators as his song moved through the wind as swift swing of his legs sent his muscles rippling and his massive body closer to the words that Locke now expressed in earnest desire. "Well spoken, Locke, like a true gentleman rather then a tyrant. I am Arizona, and for now I will escape the melodramatics of pledging myself to your side as I barely know you or what you are capable of… But I will say that I am pleased with you thus far and I believe you show the Hawks that we have a bright future coming to us. Thank you."
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