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Date Posted: 14:46:54 09/07/03 Sun
Author: Annalee
Subject: =Burning Blood=
In reply to: Que Sera 's message, "[sera, sera]" on 22:51:57 09/06/03 Sat

How the sun would have turned her chestnut coat into a rippling pelt of burnished copper. That is, if it wasn't covered in blood and debris. Favoring her hindleg, she limped toward the mare she recognized as her ally from Frozen Lake. Flies began to congregate about the torn flesh of her withers and back, drawn by the fresh blood. Her pelt quivered in response causing the mare to grimace in pain. =Hello= she said softly, her dark eyes intent upon Sera. =I see that you've made it out as well, for that I am grateful. I'd like to thank you for your assistance, it was greatly appreciated=

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[> ...everything's gonna be alright... -- Criminal Illusions (C), 17:39:25 09/07/03 Sun [1]

...like the time when you bite into a spicy haba�ero chili pepper, the pain eventually subsides, no matter how much you wish your life would just cease and you could be peaceful once more. the same goes for war. eventually something, be it troops or will or supplies, is depleted and one side succeeds or a truce is preposed. long ago, when Malussinn ruled the evil race, peace was more abundant and the leader seemed to have an understanding with the lights. not so now. Adrian has a history of getting cocky and full of himself. not so long ago he attempted to raid Hopeful Valley--he and only like 5 followers--and they failed miserably. adrian was not prepared and sorely mistaken. however, he has learned from his mistakes and somehow became king of the darks...only his attitude has not changed one bit. in the end, whichever outcome befalls the ever-hopeful lights, everything turns out alright(rhyme!).

it was rather unfortunate that the buckskin stallion was unable to give solace and help to the miserable mare(s), but the call to amass troops at SKB had been given and he was nay a deserter of the cause. apologetic, dark eyes glanced from the stranger back to Sera and he whickered a low, sorrowful farewell, though his spirits were certain on the upside. with a quip of encouragement, the mustang took off, charcoal-hued tail streaming behind in the breeze which had picked up since their greeting...

I'll come back to chat and possibly help you after my duties are completed, but for now take care and rest. If you think you've become mental, you are mental. Farewell, Sera; farewell, um...brave comrade(Annalee). May we meet again!

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