*Chokes softly, a tiny spurt of blood errupting from his mouth....* -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: *Chokes softly, a tiny spurt of blood errupting from his mouth....*

Author:
Kite

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Date Posted: 19:43:28 04/24/01 Tue
Author Host/IP: A050-0950.FLNT.splitrock.net/63.252.147.188
In reply to: Fear Nothing and Falling Up 's message, "Re: *He nods quietly*" on 16:55:26 04/24/01 Tue

*Groaning softly, gasping heavily for air, the painted figure clamps his moist lips shut, rouged with crimson blood, sticky with the taste. Broken but unwilling to retreat, he pauses, black sight burning into the other steed's icy stare. Nostrils shivering for want of air, he waits, watching the other return to tackle the golden mare. And as his back is turned, darting out from under the flashing hooves of the warrior mare, he recoils with another attack, more brutal and forced, metallic hooves clattering violently over the steed's broad back, slaming his full weight down upon him, screaming with bitter rage and loathing.. he would never retreat.... not until he or the other knocked the very life out of their opponent.*

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Subject	Author	Date
He smiles...	Jarves	23:12:19 04/24/01 Tue

+He spins around to face the painted stallion once again+	Fear Nothing and Falling Up	10:05:42 04/25/01 Wed
+whirls, unrequited..+ -- Cold Day In July, 13:17:26 04/25/01 Wed ^ He trys not to show that hes happy and nses her shoulder softly...^ -- Jarves, 18:51:34 04/25/01 Wed >>>>>> -- FN and FU, 16:32:40 04/26/01 Thu Wheels and screams...... -- Kite, 19:58:39 04/26/01 Thu Re: >>>>>> -- Jarves, 00:29:06 04/27/01 Fri Re: >>>>>> -- FN and FU, 12:13:22 04/27/01 Fri Re: >>>>>> -- FN and FU, 12:16:54 04/27/01 Fri Sharp hooves clatter to the ground.... -- Kite, 11:57:31 04/28/01 Sat +..groans softly...+ -- Cold Day In July, 12:29:00 04/28/01 Sat ~!~ Shifts restlessly in his growing pool of blood... ~!~ -- Kite, 09:03:36 05/03/01 Thu