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Date Posted: 18:41:21 11/26/03 Wed
Author: Dagger's Rebellion
Subject: Rebel the Fright
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 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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[> [cast.me.away] -- Castaway, 16:01:20 11/27/03 Thu [1]

[the stallion had been ready to reply that he did not wish to kill the other, but his answer is cut short by an unexpected attack. falling back, the younger stag's hooves tear at his hide. backpedalling until out of range, he charges the dark, aiming at the chest with his head low and tucked in. he didn't want to kill him, just stun him into submission, so that he would listen. he was not ignorant, he knew that the darks had families, loves, children and friends. just different beliefs. the war veteran had once had a family, but no longer. taken away, they had been. and he didn't want the converse to happen to this stallion, so young and full of life. no, he wouldn't kill him]

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