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Date Posted: 16:49:54 10/07/03 Tue
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Firelight
's message, "º : . Oh He's Good . : º" on 15:53:07 10/07/03 Tue
OOC:Ack, forgot to save his html :(
{He shifted ever so slightly in his spot, undecided whether or not he should emerge or stay silent. Dark eyes take in the conversation betwixt Firelight and one of the steeds, Jurassic Park. His words sounded real good, but would he hold to this promise? Shadow was not one to trust so easily. But to each his..or her..own. He wonders again whether or not to reveal his presence. He did not want to startle the mare. His thoughts are interrupted by a bout of pain on his back leg. A swift, cautious glance is sent to the leg. A half healed cut had reopened and was bleeding. Blood trickled down his blackened leg and onto the ground. He frowned, pondering another thought. Should he or shouldn't he? Magic was the item in question now. On a quest that he had fulfilled so long ago, he was given the gift of a healing spell, to be used once. It lay inside of him, like a forgotten jewel, awaiting to be used. He was in pain, and he knew he was scarred, but still he wondered if one day he might need the spell even more. Compromising with himself, he allows a little of the magic to seep through his body, healing some bloodied cuts and fading some of the lighter scars. The gash on his face faded a little. Again he wondered if he should step into the light. He hesitated a second before moving forward. His dark body at first blended with the shadow and seemed like a part of the shadow, but as he moved more and more into the light, he was revealed to be an equine. He stands on the edge of the darkness, silent as ever. His head, still elegant though marred with the wounds, dips slowly t'wards the fae. Now that he was in brighter light, he could observe her more closely. She was a beauty, that was sure, but beauty was not everything. She was not exactly large, or tall, but her small size could mean agility. Agility was mighty useful. She was strong, that was evident. She seemed intelligent as well. All good combinations to look for in a mate. But what of her heart, her soul? What was she like? Was she cool under pressure? Was she more of a battler or a planner? A leader or a follower? These things could only be answered by conversing with the mare, getting to know her.}
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