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Subject: The mare returns from the Caves, her head lower than ever before... Author: Sundancer [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:16:33 07/21/01 Sat Author Host/IP: dial-154.r4.ncreed.infoave.net/64.53.8.164 She returns to the knoll at the edge of the tt, and gazes once again at the dark peaks in the distance, talking softly to herself. "Why Triumph? I love you. Why did you leave? I alone know you are not evil. No one else believes. Moon is terribly upset, and will not listen. In the short time I saw you, I fell in love. I cannot be happy unless I am with you, but I will not go to the dark side. But if I must be without you for the rest of my life, I would rather die now, and end my pain." *she hangs her head* "Then Moon wouldn't have to worry, and you could go on with your life." She sighs, knowing she can't die until fate calls her, and she lays down, falling into a restless sleep, visions of an ebony stallion thundering through her dreams. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date The young painted mare looks up, tear stained muzzle pointed towards the wind, and notices the older mare's stricken look. She steps over, nudging her gently... Apache's Dream Speaker 13:52:47 07/21/01 Sat Hearing her words, she lifts her head... -- Sundancer, 16:11:37 07/21/01 Sat