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Subject: Her eyes are alight with fear and helplessness. Author: Arytha [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:36:37 05/20/01 Sun She is newborn, tender and fragile with inexperience. She does not yet know how to speak, making only vague noises with her little tongue and trying desperately to sound out the sounds themselves. Her young bones need a mother's milk to nourish them, or she will surely die. The tiny black filly crumples onto the moss-slathered roots of a tree and buries her delicate head beneath her spindly legs, her huge eyes welling up with glassy droplets. Name: Arytha Nickname: None Breed: Arabian Personality: She really hasn't been around long enough for anyone to find out. (note: She is only going to an attentive, loving mother who already has a foal or two of her own because she needs to nurse. If no one comes, she goes to the Lights.) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date * A black mare walks up to the black filly*>>>>> Amuroth 17:31:49 05/21/01 Mon *The black mare glares at the human standing beside her* Sorry I spelled her name wrong that's a dragons name that I play *Off from the dragon tt you hear load grumbling* (NT) -- Amurath's player, 12:28:01 05/22/01 Tue *Rolls eye's* I am such a bad speller at times "load" *shakes head* (NT) -- Amurath's player, 12:33:37 05/22/01 Tue "M-mama?" Her voice is tentative. She quietly walks up to Amurath and nuzzles her. "Mama." -- Arytha, 17:53:40 05/23/01 Wed