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Subject: Bushfire


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Scarlet Spirit
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Date Posted: 17:09:41 04/02/05 Sat
In reply to: Vampire 's message, "bloodlust....September and Moth" on 07:48:43 03/31/05 Thu
 The red dove watched from a distance. So this was her younger brother. Her father had called him Brushfire, yet he had changed his calling to a sickening charrie. Scarlet Spirit was in foal to a stallion she hated, but she loved the foal. She couldnt risk going up to the bastard in fear of hurting herself. She watched him with cold hatred. What had become of her proud family? She hated Vampire. He was an ill-tempered attention-seeking brat of a horse. If he had of grown up right he'd be respected among the herds. Now, he had no chance. Spirit had come down with pneumonia and wasn't able to teach his youngest son properly. Brothers. Who needs em? Red Blaze was alright but he seemed more distraut than Vampire. Scarlet Spirit whistled a shrill call to Vampire, one that revealed all of the hatred within her. She wished the bastard was dead. He was lower than a worm, lower than a maggot, lower than the dead flesh of ones like him. An urge filled her body. She wanted to streak down there and beat the monster into a bloody pulp. She could too, she was strong, but the foal she carried posed as a threat.
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