Pushing the grabbing fingers of young trees away he stumbles into the clearing. -- The Clearing

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Date Posted: 11:24:56 05/13/02 Mon
Author: Dehvit
Subject: Pushing the grabbing fingers of young trees away he stumbles into the clearing.

Immediately noting the difference, the openess of it all he retreated backward, falling into the branches with a light crash.
Harsh brown eyes looked about in frightened curiousity, burrowing back in his little cove of tangled foliage. He kept his mouth closed tight, with no word or sound able to escape, but the thoughts in his head screamed for those of his species, for his mother, for everything he had been longing for in the past months. He folded his legs 'neath him and rested his head against a cluster of moss then slowly and reluctantly dropped off to sleep.

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**young centaur mare** -- Ratòn, 16:10:02 05/19/02 Sun
- Re: **young centaur mare** -- Dehvit, 13:47:45 05/22/02 Wed
  - **smile** -- Ratòn, 18:53:48 05/24/02 Fri
    - Takes her hand... -- Dehvit, 16:26:38 05/25/02 Sat
      - **laughter** -- Ratòn, 19:16:39 05/25/02 Sat
        Re: **laughter** -- Dehvit, 20:11:25 05/26/02 Sun
        ~glance~ -- Nadie Niño, 22:37:16 05/28/02 Tue

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>Immediately noting the difference, the openess of it >all he retreated backward, falling into the branches >with a light crash. >Harsh brown eyes looked about in frightened >curiousity, burrowing back in his little cove of >tangled foliage. He kept his mouth closed tight, with >no word or sound able to escape, but the thoughts in >his head screamed for those of his species, for his >mother, for everything he had been longing for in the >past months. He folded his legs 'neath him and rested >his head against a cluster of moss then slowly and >reluctantly dropped off to sleep.

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