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Cold Day In July
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Date Posted: 13:17:26 04/25/01 Wed
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In reply to:
Fear Nothing and Falling Up
's message, "+He spins around to face the painted stallion once again+" on 10:05:42 04/25/01 Wed
+Shaking with anger in finding the lack of a body's presence beneath hooves as her opponent rolls from beneath obsidian walls, she dances sideways, ducking a bit too slowly as she recieves the blow to the left side of her dial. A river of crimson shielding her vision in that eye, she pauses and shakes her head vigorously, escaping the trap that blurred vision would set for her. Her motions were slowed, she must have been more weary than she thought, but the motions of the others were the same.. especially those of the painted stallion, but she does not pause to pity him, for this was the most wonderful sort of revenge.. no matter how it ended. Turning to find the multi colored stallion being targeted once again, she moves quietly amongst the trees. The beginning of dawn left the woods with a queer orange glow, shielding her creamy coat. It was her turn to become invisible. Avoiding twigs and stones, she picks her way through the trees, coming up alongside the quarreling studs. With a flick of mud caked tassles, she charges once more, relentless in her goal, ramming the stallion broadside, and pivoting.. this time before he can pull his dissapearing act, hooves coming to fall mercilessly upon charcoal form..+
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