~^~The cat, prancing in a contentedly slow pace, was startled at the sudden sight of Tabriz attacking a tree. Moving forward and tilting her head, she questions innocently, "Tabriz, whatever are you doing?"~^~ -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 15:49:04 09/20/02 Fri
Author: Painted Desert
Subject: ~^~The cat, prancing in a contentedly slow pace, was startled at the sudden sight of Tabriz attacking a tree. Moving forward and tilting her head, she questions innocently, "Tabriz, whatever are you doing?"~^~
In reply to: Tabriz 's message, "Suddenly violent, he lashed out at a tree nearby, bludgeoning it within an inch of its stability so that it fairly tottered on its stump." on 15:34:31 09/20/02 Fri

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[> [> [> One final, vicious kick felled the small sapling, and the stallion wheeled, panting, to face the cat, "Nothing." He replied viciously, ears laced to his head. -- Tabriz, 22:46:42 09/20/02 Fri [1]

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[> [> [> [> ~^~She jumps back a pace at his sudden turn and vicious expression. One ear turning back some, she leans back with one paw elevated, the other down on the ground as she leans on it as far away as possible, frightened but not running away. "What got you in this mood, Briz?"~^~ -- Painted Desert, 10:48:24 09/21/02 Sat [1]

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[> [> [> [> [> "Everything." He spat curtly, turning away from the cat to study his handy work. Tossing a glance at his surrogate mother so to speak, he shook his head, "I'll be back later." Before striding from the area. -- Tabriz, 15:16:46 09/21/02 Sat [1]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> ~^~Lowering her head and her eyes half-closing wearily, she sighs- hurt in a way. Her 'mothering' skills seemed to be failing, all her 'children' were growing up to painful emotional torment.~^~ -- Painted Desert, 20:14:35 09/21/02 Sat [1]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> ~{ Hidden Paradise }~ -- Costa del Sol, 21:04:08 09/21/02 Sat [1]

The young mare wanders sullenly up behind the cat, velvet muzzle decending gently to nudge the feline's shoulder in silent greeting. Dark eyes squint after the dissappearing form of the stallion, as if straining to see him as he once was. Long flaxen tail hangs pathetically limp, the light breeze that tugged on the strands adding little life to it. Heavy sigh is issued as the palomino struggles to find words. All she wanted was for Briz to be happy again.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ~^~The feline rises quickly and attempts sadly to smile at the mare, her attempts in vain.~^~ -- Painted Desert, 15:39:25 09/23/02 Mon [1]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ~{ Hidden Paradise }~ -- Costa del Sol, 00:52:17 09/25/02 Wed [1]

The young mare returns a somewhat contorted smile, not finding it in her heart to produce something truly 'happy' looking. Finally she lets it drop, face returning to a more sober state. "I'm worried about him PD. He's just been getting worse." The palomino's gaze searches the terrain in the direction the stallion had departed in, wishing vainly for his return. "Do you...do you think someone should go after him?" She turns questioning eyes on her friend, quickly approaching her wit's end. Normally she'd let others have their space but she just couldn't shake a bad feeling about all this.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ~^~The cat stares after his receding form in pain. "I'm not sure. I've tried to get to him, but he's just shoved me away."~^~ -- Painted Desert, 14:56:56 09/25/02 Wed [1]

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