.-. Not Horses .-. -- Lair of Ebon Shadows

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Subject: .-. Not Horses .-.

Author:
Tarquin

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Date Posted: 19:21:29 10/27/02 Sun
In reply to: Jesar 's message, "Looking around" on 17:57:39 10/26/02 Sat

Amusement wrapped its spiderly web around his voice. "Not horses, no." He gestured vaguely towards the equine's wings. "You may very well connect "more" with us, but unless you can shape-shift it will be difficult to survive here. The truth is that we are all - even I, and I am barely an adult - bigger than you and stronger. Most of us are also ruthless, cold-hearted, and bloodthirsty. By "your own kind" I meant that there are others called mythicals that would be better suited for your needs."

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Jesar
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Date Posted: 19:28:03 10/27/02 Sun

He folds his wings, cocking his head in thought. "But... I like it here. I don't want to go to the Mythicals," He complained, very much like a child once more. Realizing that perhaps this was the best choice, the thought reluctantly of his options. Ziraga was kicking out all Mythicals, so he could loose his wings and be an ordinary horse. He spat at the word ordinary. Next option. He could challenge a dragon to become a dragon fully. Maybe, but what if they wouldn't let him? Next option. He could live in the Mythicals, and work from there. Surely he could visit, and he would, he knew he was unwelcome.

Finally nodding, he sighs. "It's really my only choice, isn't it?"