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Date Posted: 13:26:53 03/27/03 Thu
Author: Zamnor
Subject: Always yours...

The colt rubs his velvety muzzle against a lanky leg, his eyes closed as he revels in the temporary relief. For days now he had been absent from his father's home, borne away by an anxious mother and uncle. It had taken him an hour to become truly homesick, and only a few minutes to decide to escape the loving clutches of his two relatives. The rest had been spent in planning.

A jarring scratch marked the place where a moment ago his muzzle had rested. His escape hadn't been entirely painless or easy, and indeed, it had been far from either. But now he's home. The familiar and unfamiliar scents travel along the slight, ever-present breeze to his nostrils as one; they welcome him home. But would anyone else? Glancing upwards, his eyes betray intelligence that is more than just a tender spark at this point of time. He is still young, and yet his escape is certainly more than just the rash actions of a colt missing his father. Certainly the reason is no different, and the scratches and his matted pelt tell a story quite different from his steady gaze, but he is growing, and so often the rash and the thoughtful are mixed... like the unfamiliarness and familiarness of the land.

Shaking his head roughly, as if this could ward of the pain, he begins the ending of his wearying journey once again with a determined step. Who knows how his father will receive him? Zamnor doesn't worry -- it's his love, not his doubt, that drives him on.

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[> Always no one's -- Szakira & Kishiga, 13:44:11 03/27/03 Thu [1]

The younger of the pair looks up from his place at the edge of this land as Zamnor walks by, his falsely innocent blue eyes observing the other colt with intense curiousity. He looks familiar...

Kishiga snorts, shaking out his black mane. "What are you staring at?"

The palomino colt starts and glances at his fraternal twin. "Nothing... does he look like anyone we know?"

"Hmm..." The buckskin spends a moment staring rudely at Zamnor. "I think that's one of True Evil's brats. Why don't we find out?" The Andalusian/Russian Arabian moves easily toward the darker youth. If he's Evil's son, isn't he a prince? Tossing his slender head (inadvertently in the precise manner of his sire) he calls to Zamnor with a throaty whicker.

Szakira shakes his head and trots after his abrupt sibling.


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[> Always watching, ever found -- Zamnor, 14:09:39 03/27/03 Thu [1]

It isn't even the noise that the two colts are making that stops him, it's the stare. Playful, gentle Zamnor reacts badly to the rudeness loaded into a simple gaze. His head turns slowly, his eyes focusing immediately upon Kishiga as the cause for his agitation. An uncharacteristic silence captures him as he returns the observation of the brothers; he most definitely does not like that stare.

"Hello," he replies, declining to offer such a greetings as a whicker in return. A glance reveals to him the young twin, and a spark of curiousity lights his thoughts. However, the older one has already taken his attention for the moment, and so his dark eyes remain fixed upon the rude colt.

He looks... familiar.


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[> [> Startled. -- True Evil, 17:02:11 03/27/03 Thu [1]

He was justly traumatized at the impulsive appearance of his son. "Zamnor!"


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[> Found -- Zamnor, 21:10:53 03/27/03 Thu [1]

"DAD!" Instantly the brothers are put aside in his mind for his father. He swivels around on his hind hooves, his front hooves connecting to the earth with a solid thump. As soon as he knows that all four hooves are safely touching the ground once again, he lifts them in a wild dash to his father's side. There he nuzzles the stallion fiercely and every once and while looks up from his nuzzling to grin into his father's eyes. "I'm home, Dad."


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[> Lost -- Kishiga & Szakira, 12:57:50 03/28/03 Fri [1]

The elder, the buckskin, snorts in pure disgust as Zamnor rushes to greet his sire. "What does he think he is, some stupid filly?" Kishiga turns moodily away and snaps at some brittle vegetation... but perhaps he has a right to feel this way; having been inadvertently abandoned almost fatally at birth, he may have a right to feel less than warm about his sire and dam.

But the moments-younger colt watches Zamnor with the slightest tinge of regret. Ziraga was never like that... should he have been? Such thoughts, however, are pushed aside as Szakira shakes out his stark-white mane, bending down to sniff half-heartedly at the still unappetising grass.


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[> *Gives the thread a sharp kick* -- Zamnor's endearing player, 14:04:22 03/29/03 Sat [1]

Up, you scrummy beast!! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIE!!!!! WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU?


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[> [> HERE I AM! -- True Evil, 16:25:26 03/29/03 Sat [1]

The Arabian returns the affection with aggressive ”„hugs”¦ with his elongated neck. "Glad to have you back, little man."


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[> Compassion -- Zamnor, 00:29:37 03/30/03 Sun [1]

Receiving the hugs happily, he nevertheless pulls away after a moment filled with a silent, yet heart-warming, equine-embrace. As he draws away from his father's direct connect, his gaze happens to come across the brothers, bent over meager meals. At that moment the rudeness of the elder was forgotten as the colt's sensitive nature spun the wheels that clicked steadily within his slender skull.

"I'm Zamnor," he begins warmly, his gaze a-glow as he sets to his task with eagerness. "What are your names?"


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