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The Bandit
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Date Posted: 20:59:45 04/08/01 Sun
Author Host/IP: NoHost/152.163.207.191
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Spanish Wanderer, Chikari, Magari, Excalli, Lydan
's message, "The return of a large family, their lives filled with hatred, pain, and dissapointment, attempting to regain a life in an old home, if any could remember them...>>>>>>" on 20:32:39 04/08/01 Sun
~The steed of mahogany and ebony stands in the shadows and mists, forgotten by many, yet he still lived in the confides of the wonderful land. Many of his mares had left or disappeared, as he had. He sighs softly, yet he lifts his head, feeling, knowing a presence. One that he hasn't felt in a long time. He turns his mahogany dial towards the feeling, the presence. He looks up and sees them. There they were. He knew four of them, yet the small, black colt he didn't.
He knew Chikari. He rememberd when the gallant steed had just turned a stallion and he was scared, scared of the new place, scared of the stallion that had beat him, scared of everything but his family. But the stallion had learned. And he had learned well.
He remembered Magari. The tiny colt had come, just about a year old. He had always been a nice colt, though fiesty and well-taught. He knew that Magari would be a wonderful and handsome stallion, as he was now.
And Spanish Wanderer. The femme had been so afraid of everything, yet she was so beautiful and delicate. He smiles softly, remembering her slender form. He had tried to make friends with her, but the femme had been very skittish so he mostly left her with her family, but being nice and friendly to her.
And little Excalli. At least, she had been little. Now she was beautiful and full grown. He marveled at her beauty and chiseled features. Stallions would surely jump at any chance or cost to have her in his herd. She was surely a precious jewel.
And then the last little colt whom he didn't know. The colt was a rare black color, almost red when the sun shined right on it.
He remembers every one of them and wishes to be with them. He lets out a whinny and rears up high, then gallops down to meet them. They were his friends. And now, they were all he had left...~
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