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Subject: -Mist in the Morning-

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Veiled Shadows

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Date Posted: 09:39:16 04/03/04 Sat
In reply to: Eye of the Storm 's message, "Re: Trots in surveying her surroundings" on 04:45:24 04/03/04 Sat

Charcoal peices watch the other vix. Vocals soon pressed in response to the words. Tis a pleasure Storm. If you don't mind me asking.. where do you come from? Dial tilted slightly to the side as she awaited an answer from the femora.

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Author: Eye of the Storm [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 17:13:38 04/03/04 Sat Vix looks at Vieled Shadows and answers happily � I am from a herd far from here, I had to leave when my parents were killed by the evil herd, and I found my way here, I hope to have a good life here. � [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

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Veiled Shadows
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Date Posted: 17:43:30 04/03/04 Sat

Mention of death by an evil herd brought dark looks to her features. A snort escaped her mug, sharp nail reaching out to etch the soil. The she softened and nodded lightly. I'm sure you will. Pools turned to gaze about the terrain, returning to the femora. There are lots of places to explore and horses to meet. But please excuse me. She jerked her head in a swift nod and moved her limbs in a trot into the headlands.

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