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Date Posted: 22:17:38 04/04/01 Wed
Author: Folken Forgotten...
Subject: **With a sigh, he shifts his weight, giving up on standing here.**

**He snorts, deciding sitting here does no good. Life has no meaning yet, and who's to say his existence is neccasary here. With a soft 'Whuffle' he decides it would be a great time to judge the others, from his corner of darkness....**

**His eyes, which despite his efforts reflect his emotion no matter what, settle on Relic. The seemingly perfect Stallion, yet he seems injured. Whoever injured that brute of a stallion must be strong, and a force to avoid, or submit to...
The stallion who was accepted...What was his name? With a sigh, Folken gives up on remembering it..
Santiago...One to avoid. I prefer my limbs intact, thank you....Folken knew he can never earn that respect, one so lowly as himself, and a horse as strong as Santiago...
No one else stood out to him, none he could see at the moment, anyways, so with a sigh, he lay down, despite the fact he knew he shouldn't, and rolled, filling his ebony coat with dirt...**

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*looks to see a lone steed, somewhat like himself. He whickered a greeting, he knew if he were to stay here, he may as well make alies* -- Santiago, 22:25:41 04/04/01 Wed
Reply He had returned breifly to gather his first impression of this new steed. Hind leg still throbbing - how stupid had he been to inflict the wound on himself in a fit of rage, shattering a tree and splintering the wood, cutting himself - yet dark orbs focus on the new stallion. So far, so good...he could see nothing wrong with him, as of yet. Still not in the best of moods, he returns to the shadows...introductions would have to wait for another day... -- Relic, 22:34:22 04/04/01 Wed

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