^ebon mare watches from shadows, form concealed with the darkness revealed^(OOC: what I meant there is the darkness is visible but not the things in the darkness) -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: ^ebon mare watches from shadows, form concealed with the darkness revealed^(OOC: what I meant there is the darkness is visible but not the things in the darkness)

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Darkest Desires ^May the shadows of darkness conceal the terror revealed...^

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Date Posted: 11:54:37 03/21/01 Wed
Author Host/IP: pm3-41.casstel.net/208.229.4.43
In reply to: Night Fall 's message, "- -The stallion of black emerges from the shadows...- -<<<Inside>>>" on 07:32:49 03/21/01 Wed

^femme watches from shadows, seeing the steed scatter among the lands. She scans him, wondering if he is worth letting in the shadows of darkness. She decides that he might but might not. Steps forth, heading towards the steed she must watch before she lets live in the shadows for an eternity. She watches him carefully, the newcomer is scanned over many times. Her watchful orbs stay locked on him, her lobes are forward, catching his every noise, but every one in a while, they flatten against her head at his actions. Eyes locked on his, she assures herself he shall never sense her presence...^

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cancave lobes prick at the sound of the familiar steed, oculars searching for his form>>	Faint Echo	14:19:27 03/21/01 Wed