(-Mother...Father...Family-)(Ashley>>>) -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 20:46:26 04/21/03 Mon
Author: Shazaam
Subject: (-Mother...Father...Family-)(Ashley>>>)

(-Through the midst of voices, I heard about news that was happening. Yet the voice told me not if it was good, or bad, but no matter what, I was on the trail to my home. I arrived today... this morning actually. But I kept myself in the shadows, merely watching the ongoings. I then noticed my family, and couldn't resist the urge to go and meet them. Yet when I witness the crowd around them, I stay away. Like the outcast I am. I left. I abandoned my family in my mind. I shift my weight awkwardly as I gaze upon them in unexposed love, yet I still find myself wondering if they remember, or even care....-)

(-OOC-bwahaha! He's baaaaaaaack. Yet I still haven't decided if just on a visit, or for permenant-)

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[> *Filly walks away from the huge throng of horses and walks over to>>> -- Basandara, 17:29:01 04/23/03 Wed [1]

her only and favorite uncle. She nickers softly to him then lightly nuzzles him.* Welcome back uncle Shazaam.*She could tell he felt a bit out of place. She wished she could help him. But how? Something like that is hard to help. She sighs softly. Letting him know he wasn't forgotten and someone cared that he was back is the only thing the poor filly could do right now it seemed.*

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[> [> (-I shall perish into the night-) -- (-Shazaam-), 18:44:46 04/23/03 Wed [1]

Ah Basandara. How I've barely met you, but you... you of everyone come and greet me, make me feel welcome. You give the the warm fuzzy feeling that is shared among Brother and sister. Uncle and Niece. It was a pleasure to be welcomed and when she touched me, I reached down and placed my muzzle against her neck, exhaling softly in a loving tone, only a niece would understand from her Uncle. He smiled. "Thanks Basandara... It's good to be back"

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[> Son -- Daughter of Light, 20:17:35 04/23/03 Wed [1]

Whiskered mare, still unrested from her own distant return, spotted the arrival of her offspring and nickered warmly. Her son--her pride. But how bittersweet was the reunion in her heart. Mingling with the joy of family was the regret that she had not been there for him as she should have been when he was a colt, and then a young stallion. Now, seeing him as if for the first time, she realized that he had matured into his prime, and the childhood she had cherished as a mother was dwindling away, soothingly replaced by a third generation. Shaking herself briefly from the crowd that stood respectfully around her, she trotted to her single male posterity and wrapped her neck around his in an affectionate hug. "It is as good as it has ever been to see you, my Shazaam."

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[> A regular reunion. -- Dusty and Stormy, 21:09:37 04/24/03 Thu [1]

*The Bashkir lifts her head, spotting a family reunion forming around her suddenly returned brother. Long tanned legs lightly traced with zebra stripes stride out easily as she approaches her mother's side quickly. Upon reaching it, plush muzzle places a gentle nudge on the molten gold pelt of her royal-blooded mother.* Hey mom, *She says simply, acknowledging her presence to those accumulated in the Paradise.*

However, close at her heels romps Stormy, a much older colt of three. His lanky legs sweep the verdant grass in a lazy canter, until he halts suddenly next to his mother, on the side not already occupied by his grandmother. There the third-generation stands, releasing a quite obvious yawn before laying eyes on his uncle, whom he had never laid eyes on before. The bay stallion was unusual to him, an oddity in his dark moca eyes. Corkscrew-curled mane bounces about his head in a cherub like innocence, and he snorts vicariously. "Hi."

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[> *She smiles up at her uncle. He was her idol. She had always looked>>> -- Basandara, 17:15:08 04/28/03 Mon [1]

up to him. To be comforted, to watch to learn from him. So to be acknowledged by him not as others do a pesky young'un who is nieve but as a friend and relative, it was the world to her. All in a touch.*

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[> [> (-Bitter Taste of Reality-) -- (-Shazaam-), 07:51:43 05/14/03 Wed [1]

(*)In the desperate hours of longing and needing to feel his family. To feel warm and safe in his mother's embrace, he had finally realized that he had done it. He had gone off and survived alone, on his own, in lands, never even dreamed of here. He pressed his warm muzzle against his mother's chest and breathed in deeply. A soft smile curved brims as he caught sight of Dusty and... he was guessing her colt. He then nonchalantly nibbled on Basa's mane while looking at them all(*) "It is good to be in your sights Mom. And Dusty! My, have you grown... and is that a son I see by your side?"

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[> *She smiles as her nibbles her mane. She nudges him playfully then decides she'd let the three of them be alone.* -- Basandara, 16:38:15 05/20/03 Tue [1]

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[> She nods -- Dusty and Stormy, 21:36:19 05/20/03 Tue [1]

No actually, it's a cat, *She replies with a sly grin, tossing her fuzzy mane. It was almost wierd to talk to Shazzam, for even when she first came she had barely spoken to or of him. So, she had a brother after all.* Stormy, this is your Uncle Shaz.

The colt looked up, startled, and gave a brief, impish smile. Then he turned his handsome face to stare at the warming crystal-blue waters of the sea.

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