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Date Posted: 21:33:19 02/03/03 Mon
Author: Daughter of Light
Subject: River?
In reply to: River Bend 's message, "His immaculate hide was torn and sodden with blood." on 17:07:11 02/03/03 Mon

Her brown eyes catch the hint of movement from the corner, and quickly snap to behold her battered son-in-law. A snort of surprise passes through the air, a cloud of breath-mist rising before her. Whinnying for Dusty, the palomino launches into a three-beat towards the stallion, concern written clearly across her face. By the time she had reached him, he was already collapsed into what might as well be a faint. Taking advantage of his situation, she folds her legs beneath her and touches a velvet muzzle to a clean spot on his neck. It would be dangerous to heal him before he awoke, but the least she could do was ease his pain and allow him to sleep peacefully. Thus decided, delicate white tendrils of her power slip through the physical bond, wrapping around the stallion's body before soaking gently into his bruised and bloody hide. That should take the worst of the pain away. She pulls back slightly and stands up, standing guard like a protective dog and waiting for Dusty to come.

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[> *Emmiting a frantic whinny, she prances over to her mate* -- Dusty and Stormy, 22:34:03 02/03/03 Mon [1]

*She ever so delicately lowers her to his, tears shining in her eyes. Folding her legs and laying down in an ungraceful flop, she presses her neck against his, her curly mane draped over his neck. She sighs, looking to her mother* Can.. Can you help him?

Stormy peered from behind DOL, his wide eyes taking in his once tall, proud father somewhat fearfully. What was wrong with him? Was he... dead? He squeals out a short frantic note, his furry ears swiveling all over, his curly body shivering unmistakably.

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