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Date Posted: 12:15:16 06/10/04 Thu
Author: 1984
Subject: war/death/famine/strife
In reply to: Ex 's message, "Death is Waiting" on 07:42:08 05/28/04 Fri

- The steel femme sighs, eyes wandering over the terra's aged maples an oaks. She shifts from right to left restlessly. 1984 breathes the deep, humid air in, beginning to pace. This pregnancy is driving her dangerously close to her breaking point. The vix can practically feel her sanity slipping away. Another sigh is emmited, though she smiles at Ginger. This is more wistful than the first, and full of longing and frustration impossible to express. Her unshod hooves crush the verdant grasses beneath, deepening the scent of summer with their own distinct odor. -

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Ginger Snaps So Watch Your Cookies -- Ginger, 19:10:17 06/10/04 Thu

She smiles back at 1984. "So...Where are you from? Here? Somewhere else perhaps? Do you mind if I ask you a personal question? Well, sort of personal..." She smiles again, her brows raise as she ponders her 'personal' question she intended to ask 1984.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> war/death/famine/strife -- 1984, 16:33:26 06/11/04 Fri

- The vix smiles, fatigue clear on her face. I ran away. From humans. Her voice holds a tone of bitterness, her head bobs as she continues to pace. 84 shakes her indelicate cranium, throwing the bitterness from her mind and her mane into disarray. Ask away. -

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