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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #470 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Gefallen Von Der Anmut" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Meenk !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 1/27/99 !!
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He used to be irked by the way she would dance around him, poking
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fun at his somber attitude and reproachful scowl. She would giggle and
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smirk, shedding downy feathers about as she pranced in circles around him.
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He would glare and insult her for her foolishness, imploring her to let
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him brood in peace. She would retreat for a short time but soon return
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to force him into silly conversation. Couldn't she see that he had more
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important things to think about than his favourite colour or food? It
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was none of her business anyway.
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He sternly shooed her away when she approached, and eventually she
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decided his gloom was all he cared to explore. She carried her laughter
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and light somewhere else. As time passed she would occasionaly cast a
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glance at the man in the shadows, but he never looked her way. She amused
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others with her antics, smiling upon them and trying to brighten their
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days. He watched from afar, pondering what the others saw in her childish
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games and penny philosophy.
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One day he looked and she was gone. It appeared she had found her
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keeper, a man who could delight in her whimsy and appreciate her rose
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coloured world. He went back to his meditation. No more distractions
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from his obsession and his muse. He focused on his feelings for the
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silhouette of a woman the two created. Meanwhile, she tried to fly.
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On a lonely summer night he heard a cry, a weak call for help on
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the night breeze. He went to his window and looked outside, seeing what
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appeared to be a gentle snow. Fluffy white flakes falling down from the
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sky, resting on the ground but not melting. He went outside and examined
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the street. It was not snow, but feathers, almost like the down shed upon
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him by the girl with the wings. These were different though. Larger, not
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the down naturally shed with movement, but actual feathers torn from the
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wings. He looked into the sky and saw her, caged on a pedestal in the
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house of a god. Her tears fell on his face like rain, washing away the
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some of the dirt he had allowd to collect there while chasing a shadow.
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He went back inside wondering whether or not to interfere. He
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paced his room, pitying the poor girl in the cage, but not needing any
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more troubles of his own. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror
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and was shocked to see a hint of beauty there. Could it be that he was
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beautiful under the dust and grime? No, it was probably just a trick of
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the light.
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He climbed upon his roof and called out to the caged girl, "Girl,
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why do you weep?" She peered at him with red swollen eyes. "My keeper
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placed me in this cage, and handed me down to his drudge. I am tainted."
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She looked away from the man, ashamed. He frowned and asked what she had
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done, a question which she could not answer. He began to climb down when
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she called out, "Please, don't leave me alone. Talk with me just a little
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more." He nodded and sat back down, trying to think of something to say.
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"Would you like to hear something I wrote?" he asked the girl. She
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nodded and he began to tell her stories. He told her of his muse and his
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obsession, his sorrow, his desire, and of his ties to her god. She
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sighed, knowing too well the power of obsession and the beauty of the
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muse, for her god was blinded by her radiance. She told the man of her
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god creating for the muse a guilded cage, to be placed on an even grander
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pillar than her own. She told of how she hated the muse, hated the power
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she held over her god, hated that she was given away so the muse could
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take her place. The man sighed. He began to speak of the actual act of
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writing, of concocting stories, the difficulties he had. She nodded and
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shared her difficulties, her insecurities about her creations.
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Suddenly there was a crash of thunder and the window through which
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he saw her disappeared. Hard rain erupted from the sky and he scrambled
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down from the roof, finding shelter from the raging storm. It rained long
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and hard, lightning flashing continuously like a strobe, thunder shaking
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the house every few seconds. Then, as suddenly as it began, it ceased.
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The sky cleared and the stars shone bright.
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He heard her call his name. He climbed back out and saw her extend
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her pale hand through the bars of her cage. "I'm sorry. Everything is ok
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now. My god has run to your muse for comfort." He scowled at the caged
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girl and replied "So why not break free? Your god wouldnt care. Leave,
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fly on your own." She sighed deeply and drew her hand back into the cage.
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The window disappeared into the sky and he retreated to his room. Each
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night he would look into the sky, but the window was never there.
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One morning he ventured out and noticed a trail of her feathers.
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He followed the feathers and found her huddled in a dirty alley. "So you
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did it, you escaped." She shook her head and began to weep. "He kept me
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like a flower, but without his love I wilted. He threw me away." She
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pulled her wings tightly around herself and he noticed places where the
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feathers had fallen away. Underneath the skin was scaly, black and shiny
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like obsidion. Just as sharp, just as hard. "What happened to your wings,
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girl?" She spread her wings and displayed for him the armor which had
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begun to replace the beautiful down. "I am tired of being hurt, of not
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being able to fly. I can't live like this anymore." He extended his hand.
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"Try to fly, you are free now." She smiled at him then turned away. "I
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can't fly. Not even if I wanted to." He frowned as he watched her try to
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lift her wings. She could barely manage the weight of the black scales
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and could not extend her wings. The burden caused her to slouch against a
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building.
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He helped her walk to his home, promising her he would help her fly.
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She tried to bear most of the weight herself and admonished herself for
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leaning on him. He laid her in his bed and tended to her, slowing the
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growth of her shell, but unable to stop it from encrusting her wings. He
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was concerned because he had been called upon by the gods to defend his
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land and she wasnt capable of walking on her own, let alone flying. She
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wanted so much to be able to shed the armor and fly so he did not have to
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worry about her while he was away.
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He worked with her every day, trying to teach her how to bear her
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burden, and finally the scales began to give way to new feathers. Her
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burden becoming lighter, her will becoming stronger. He was proud of her,
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and she was elated by the fact.
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She was almost ready to test her wings when he was called to leave.
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He held her and stroked her wings, telling her she could fly on her own
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and that he would find the strength to go on, knowing that she could fly.
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She sighed and turned away from him. She was still weak. She was back
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where she started and didn't know how to progress. He sighed and checked
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the time. He had to go. There was nothing more he could do for her. He
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looked to her and saw in her eyes that she knew. She stood, put her arm
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through his, and they walked into the street. She kissed his cheek and he
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caressed her wings. They went their seperate ways.
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She thought of him often, and he thought of her. Both keeping in
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touch, neither mentioning the daunting unknown. Both damned, to be
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carried by the hands of fate.
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #470, WRITTEN BY: MEENK - 1/27/99 !!
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