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Date Posted: 03:58:38 09/07/03 Sun
Author: Euphoria
Subject: ~*Soulmate*~
In reply to: Castaway 's message, "[cast.me.away]" on 17:49:54 09/04/03 Thu

His thoughts were like her own as they stood there together. ~*For all of our sakes*~ she added softly, her muzzle burying itself in her mate's fragrant mane. The horrors of war continued to dawn on her as she imagined never seeing her precious filly ever again. Biting her lip, she fought against the tears that threatened to spill. She would not leave Takara without her mother or father, she refused to let that happen.

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[> [cast.me.away] -- Castaway, 13:10:49 09/07/03 Sun [1]

[the old brute watches the pair in silence, dark brown eyes taking in every detail of them. such a shame that lovers should be involved in war. this old stag, on the other hand, was alone in the world in more ways than he cared to think about. he had no mate, nor had he in many years. this fight was not only his, though in some ways he wished it was. tearing his aging eyes away from the two equids by his side, his gaze sweeps over the terra. once peaceful and beautiful, now swarming with activity and tense with fear. in answer to Zackari's murmured query, he answers with a forlorn shake of his head] How does the whale beach itself upon the very sands of its home? How does an homemaker watch their family fall to pieces? How does an evil love? How does war begin, you ask? How should we know. [his quiet voice takes on a new tone, strikingly calm and unspeakably sad]

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