Date Posted:18:34:39 09/27/02 Fri Author: Rose Author Host/IP: strd-p1a-9.lakefield.net / 206.40.120.16 Subject: *continues* In reply to:
Swiftrose
's message, "*enters*" on 17:14:29 09/26/02 Thu
*a few moments after pain abates, she is back on her feet, this time kicking at the old tree with her hindlimbs. Like springs, muscles coil and snap, bark flying off with each attempt. Sweat breaks out over scarred hide, eyes reflecting emotions long hidden within the depths of her soul.*
