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Date Posted: 16:13:02 04/01/01 Sun
Author: OPtical Ilusion
Subject: *a breathtakingly beautiful white mare trots in, her eyes sad, but her ears pricked, her leags high stepping andher nostrils flared*

*she stops, spraying dirt onto your cannon bones.* Hello. I am Optical Illusion, but you may call me Illusion. I have
no home.*her eyes becoem even sadder* My herd- it was captured by humans. I barely managed to escape in time.But...*her eyes lift to make contact with yours* I have come in hopes of making a better life than before.

Name:Optical Illusion
NickName: Illusion
Age: 3
Breed: Straight Egyptian Arabian
Color: White
Devotion to herd: Will never leave unless ditched or left, will not be friendly to outsiders unless told to my stallion
Personality: Kind, funny, loyal, tomboyish
History: *The white mare looked down the hill to her herd. A tear forms in her eye as she hears the cries of help
and pain from her friends. The black stallion which lead her for so many years had the look of defeat in his eye.
Finally, she turned, knowing she couldn't help her faimly and sh would be caught if the humans saw her. Climbing up the rocky slope away from her friends and stumbling over rocks, she finally saw the desert that she had to cross. She took off down the hill, knowing that she'd be commiting suicide if her hoof slipped on a rock. She made it safely down teh hill and galloped away form the ridge. Forty days and forty nights later, she arrives here, in Hidden Valley. Will you help her?*
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