The old, painted mare staggers in, her breathing coming in short, painful gasps. Her hind leg is broken, as are most of her ribs, and one is stabbing into her heart. She collapses once safe in her home, still gasping for breath. Her sides move weakly with each breath, she shakes with the effort it is just to breath. She lowers her head to the grass...knowing...and accepting, that she is dying. -- Starcrest Cliff

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Subject: The old, painted mare staggers in, her breathing coming in short, painful gasps. Her hind leg is broken, as are most of her ribs, and one is stabbing into her heart. She collapses once safe in her home, still gasping for breath. Her sides move weakly with each breath, she shakes with the effort it is just to breath. She lowers her head to the grass...knowing...and accepting, that she is dying.

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Date Posted: 13:48:45 07/19/01 Thu
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*She raises her head* Apache!!!! *and trots labourdly over, sides heaving from the immense effort* Oh, my dear good friend..the best you were. *tears stream down her face as she nuzzles her.* Go to Orion..go.. *her voice fades as she limps off to a cave, thinking about all that had happened* (NT) Star 15:21:12 07/19/01 Thu

She lifts her head and nuzzles Star, her best friend, then nuzzles Apache's Dream Speaker, smiling. ~*~ Apache's Dream Speaker nuzzles her mother, tears streaming down her face. "Mom, don't leave me, don't, I've had you such a short time...." ~*~ Apache wipes the tears from her daughter's face with her muzzle. "Shhh, I am old, child, very old, near 35. It is my time. I'm so glad I could help you before I go...come, lay down beside me, and I'll tell you a story. ~*~ Numbly, the mare lays down, and listens as Apache tells a story of her foalhood, of rainbows and valleys and the herd she once lived in. ~*~ Finally Apache finishes and her breath become shorts. She lifts her head proudly, whistling her love for her friends and family, then she breathes her last.> -- Apache ~*~ Apache's Dream Speaker, 11:10:29 07/20/01 Fri

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