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Subject: ^Draws near..^ Author: Flash Of Gold [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:53:00 04/15/01 Sun Author Host/IP: slip1.ineos.ac.ru/193.233.4.226 In reply to: White Christmas 's message, "----:::. The mare watches the other from the shadows, her heart aching desperately for the stallion that she named, though holding a deep resentment for the rejection he had bestowed .:::----" on 09:45:20 04/11/01 Wed >^Silver lobes perk every now >and then as silver steed moves forward, desperate to >find what he had lost. Not only Vela, his love.. his >life, the sweet mare who had remained with him even >when he had gone so often.. but Christmas too, who he >was determined to prove to that she too was a treasure >he could not bear to loose. Gazing around silently, >his orbs scan over the other figures without any >interest. Where were they? Perhaps they had found >other stallions? Ones who hadn't left them so many >times.. Giving a firm shake of his head, steed vows to >get them back at any cost. He could not live without >them. They were what made him, him. ^ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *One solitary ear pivots atop her russet skull...* Vela 08:07:24 04/16/01 Mon †•:::. Her hesitant lobes spin warily atop her poll .:::•† -- White Christmas, 12:59:35 04/16/01 Mon ^Gentle orbs shine...^ -- Gold, 22:05:09 04/17/01 Tue *Darkened eyes flicker.....* -- Vela, 16:50:24 04/18/01 Wed ^Feels only joy..^ -- Gold, 08:54:41 04/19/01 Thu *One ear twists again.....* -- Vela, 16:27:28 04/20/01 Fri Re: *One ear twists again.....* -- Gold, 07:24:46 04/21/01 Sat *Sighs gingerly....* -- Vela, 07:43:34 04/21/01 Sat