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Cold Day In July

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Date Posted: 12:29:00 04/28/01 Sat
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In reply to: Kite 's message, "*Sharp hooves clatter to the ground....*" on 11:57:31 04/28/01 Sat

+Golden form masked by various rivers of crimson, trickling without stop over mud encrusted form. Faltering as granite hoof comes in contact with a small twig or stone, still her steady gaze never leaves the reatreating form of the dark colored stallion. She recognizes the glint of compassion in his ebony masked oculars, heart jolting as she realizes that once again she has succeeded in making what had been so blatantly obvious to her all along, apparant to those in opposition.. only for them to have that realization a bit too late. Sometimes it took a stronger being to admit defeat than to accept victory. She pulls to a halt, staggaring way of going bringing no help to her position. A fleeting thought of the filly, in whose honor she had fought, crosses her mind. Knowing that the young colt must have done his part as well. Drawing herself up, she remains erect, watching as the gallant stallion gives one last cry of freedom, waiting for his form to crumple before she gives in to the inevitable, her own body collapsing beneath her as she is enveloped by darkness.+

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~!~ Shifts restlessly in his growing pool of blood... ~!~	Kite	09:03:36 05/03/01 Thu