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Subject: ((Sorry - grounded for a while...lol))... Author: Celtic Shadow [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:28:23 04/13/01 Fri In reply to: Acarsaid the Steadfast 's message, "He rests, snorting heavily, head slightly down. Blood drips silently upon the floor and his head droops slightly. He rests a hoof, glad for the interruption of the silver mare." on 20:12:16 04/12/01 Thu The stallion shook his head, angry at the mare's assumption. He had been here first, and had only staked his territory to the newcomer...the upstart...He snorted in anger, meeting her eyes with his own obsidien ones. He whuffled again in contempt before trotting out - he needed a break. Loping into an empty paddock, he halted, enjoying the sun's rays. That stallion would indeed get his comeuppance - if he had anything to do with it... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Her nostrils extend, warning. She turns to the wounded one and watches him. Then a peircing whistle calls her and she trots over to Shanteral and her knights upon their horses. Quickly tacked up, she rides away to the ball. (NT) Tillifien the Shadow Walker and Lady Shateral 21:54:47 04/15/01 Sun