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Subject: I'm Going to Set Things Right

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Date Posted: 14:34:19 01/26/05 Wed

[ OOC: Okay, you obviously need some help with your game. People are treating it more like a zoophiliac porn site than an actually-live-out-the-life-of-a-character RPG. In an effort to "rectify" this, I'll be joining my own character. ]

Flea-bitten gray andalusian canters fluidly into the territory, intrigued by what she had heard from a distant family relative. Apparently, there was a place where war was limited, stallions actually living together in a single herd without bloodshed. As a child of battle, it would be nothing less than a blessing to find such a place.

As Rectify slowly examined the terrain she had most recently found herself, the idea that she had at last come upon the Freedom Hills of story sent a smile flitting across her lips. There had to be a catch to this life of peace; there aways was. Eyes roving over the landscape, it took her less than a second to discover what it was. "Oh, my. It seems when they say freedom, they mean freedom of morals as well!" Quickly averting her gaze, she weighed her options in her mind. If she could ignore the somewhat questionable actions of some of the others around here, she believed happiness, true and untainted, could be found. This was worth the unfortunate catch. Keeping her eyes modestly on the ground, the grey speckled dove set out in search of Ruffian. He was the "number one" stallion around these parts, she was told, and, thusly, the only one who could accept her. Though how anyone can hear around here is beyond me!

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