Date Posted:12:52:30 09/15/01 Sat Author: The Puma Subject: He walks to a grassy hill In reply to:
Tronto
's message, "...:pained:..." on 09:40:47 09/15/01 Sat
he looks out twords the setting sun, with eyes afire he throws his massive head scattering a ebon mane. He rears, and whinnies into the cool night air, he was quite upset and distraught, but what could he do they were a family and he couldnt change that, his heart pounded like a mighty drum of war. as he retreats over the grassy noll eyes soft and wondering to himself what does toronto have that he doesnt...