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Date Posted: 11:50:22 04/12/03 Sat
Author: Maleah
Subject: Morph
In reply to: Zamnor 's message, "True Evil...your majesty...daaaaaaaaaaaddy...." on 14:32:03 04/06/03 Sun

She shut her eyes tight, and she felt an odd sensation as her hooves grew fingers and toes, and she felt herself slip into a hot pink T-shirt and overalls. When she opened her eyes, they at least were the same lavender hue. Stretching out her new limbs, she walked in an ungainly fashion to examine her new appearance in her reflection of a puddle. Her beyond blonde hair stuck out at all angles, though it there was a vain attempt at controlling it with a bobby pin. With a bright smile on her chubby, childlike cheeks, she pointed towards a new adventure. "Let's go!"

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[> Time to go! -- Zamnor, 15:30:03 04/12/03 Sat [1]

He watches as his friends change, wonder written on his face. At their words, however, he is knocked back into reality; a reality where they are about to go on an adventure of a lifetime. "All right, follow me! Bye, Dad!" Waving cheerfully at the stallion, he stumbles into a run out of the territory and in the direction of the human section... a direction which is player had kindly pointed out to him.

(OOC- Where shall we go?)


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