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Subject: *Panic*

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Melody and Silver

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Date Posted: 03:27:12 09/01/01 Sat
In reply to: Blaze|SD 's message, "*mare returns, yet she is filled with anger at the men*" on 00:33:01 08/28/01 Tue

Melody:
*Tri-colour femme rushed in pure anger as she nudges Silver just out of the rope's reach. Gently nudging the filly into the woods, beside SD. She screams in defense as she rushes towards the men. Lobes pinned to skull, orbs ablaze with hate, head held low in warrior spirit. She rushes between the two horses, then throws a kick up right in the middle of her fury. Side-to-side she starts, hindquarters nearly hitting them men, making them lose their balance. She continues and then stops spinning on haunches. Lashing out with rage as she pounds the men with her onyx hooves. Shrill hateful whinny piercing the meadow. Lobes still pinned as she bounces off the ground standing above the helpless men, not a bit afraid...*

Silver:
*Shriek of panic emerges from filly's throat as her mother dashes her out of the way. Screaming and whinnying she dashes with one touch from her mother into the woods. Shock straining upon her face as her silver coat suddenly went dull in the shadows. Lost in the camouflage the filly stands beside SD, not sure who he is, but have tried to talk to him before. Her orbs wide with fright, circled in white, as her nares flare heavily as she cheers her mother on...*

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The Stallion gallops up to the men angrily	Starwave	06:05:11 09/01/01 Sat