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Date Posted: 16:20:40 03/11/04 Thu
Author: Whitefoot
Subject: Sighs.
In reply to: awrose 's message, "Re: ~*Spero*~" on 15:58:45 03/11/04 Thu

He wished that just once his lovely sister would clear that stubborn mind of hers and settle for just a moment at least. The beast even wished there was a male brave enough to tame the untamable. His gentle head shook in his remorse. Hopefully his sister had fled home.

Suddenly the beast heard a soft thud next to him, followed by the pleas of the flicka. He turned immediately to see the lovely fem had fallen. Limbs bent at their joints and the giant white beast kneeled beside the female. His remorse was replaced by worry and even fear. “My mistress? My mistress can thee hear I?” Rumbled his deep voice in her auds. There seemed to be no response. He moved closer to her and touched his horn to her graceful arch. His vocals were put into a telepathic form.

His voice entered her mind, sounding faraway and calling to her. Awrose? Can you hear me? Please answer. He dropped the “mistress” and “my lady” titles as he called to her as a dear friend would. Awrose…. Awrose… where is thy lovely self? Awrose… Lids closed over his shocking blue pools as he continued to call and seemed to sink deeper and deeper into the place she was withheld.


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