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Subject: **Chuckles**


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Resurection
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Date Posted: 18:38:59 09/27/02 Fri
In reply to: Thrill 's message, "Grits her teeth." on 16:14:54 09/26/02 Thu

**A knowing smile plays upon his features.**

I have no idea what you've been through? Ha! I might say the same thing to you.

**Eyes glaze for a moment.**

I was here before you even set foot upon this charred ground. For my time is one from far long ago. My heart only beats for one who is lost. Into the firey pits I fell and again I rose, resurected. Then, I dissapeared for a while, my only friends, the shadows, leaving her behind. Now, once more back into this cold relentless world I came, looking for her and haven't found her. I keep a constant ear for her. I have no idea what you've gone through?

**Cold blood red eyes stare her down. From his scar upon his hindquarters the blood begins a steady drip, showing his anger. Mind flashes back to the times the elixer of his life was almost dimished for people like her. The stallion shakes his ebony head.**

But I'm sure yours is something much worse.

**Ice coated, bleeding words escape his throat. But he stops, catching himself and just waits for her, most likely, cliched story that never happened. His soul begins to drip as steady as the blood from his scar, the flow speeds up and soon a small pool has formed in the now red stained grass. The stallion reminds himself that that is what sets himself from the rest, and his flaring temper is once more under control.**

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