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Date Posted: 10:09:12 11/26/03 Wed
Author: Castaway
Subject: [cast.me.away]
In reply to: Castaway 's message, "[cast.me.away] ((Dagger's Rebellion, inside for new thread))" on 17:05:28 11/25/03 Tue

[the stallion inwardly sighs. calculated attacks were gone, now the young brute was in a frenzy. the older one is assailed by the hellion, blows landing on his barrel, neck and hindquarters. fortunately, in the stag's rush and blindness, the blows were mostly glancing and none hit anything vital. the veteran attacks with ferocity, teeth aiming for the throat again as his forelegs thrash and kick out towards the younger stallion's chest]

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[> Rebel the Fright -- Dagger's Rebellion, 18:41:21 11/26/03 Wed [1]

The acuracy of the other's attacks threw the young stallion to the ground. As he stared up from the hard ground, he blinked warily at the old fighter. He laid his head on the ground and closed his eyes. "Go on and kill me. I know you wish to. I only ask that you tell my mate, Fox Fire,that I love her and died...fighting." at this he jumped from the grass and threw himself one last time at the light. Blood poured from his now open scar, and fresh wounds covered his ebon coat. Though weak, his dagger's scored hits, tears fell from his eyes, as he dared to think of how happy he and Fox could of been. In his mind he pictureda colt galloping around and Fox laughing as he shot random lightning bolts from the sky. He saw himself running up, nuzzling her and playing tag with the colt. If only this could be....

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