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Subject: ~Buckskin colt watches sister retreat, and looks after the silver mare, eyes not showing fear, but confusion. He also felt a strong connection with this mare, but why was she angry? He shakes his head weakly, and looks around taking in everything inquisitively.~ Author: Miracle [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:30:08 06/08/02 Sat Author Host/IP: blfd-cs05-t89.citlink.net/170.215.185.218 In reply to: Breeze 's message, "The filly's eyes widen and she cries out in panicked fear, cringing away from the silver mare. She struggles to pull her feet under her, and rises, fear consuming her. Desperately, she whirls, galloping awkwardly, legs going in all directions, tripping constantly. Finally she falls, gasping for breath, her heart racing with terror. Whimpering, she pushes up against a nearby tree, trying to become as small as possible. The tree held no warmth...she only wanted to snuggle next to her mother, to be comforted, protected...her mother was gone. The tears came, more now, and she was left choking on dry sobs. She was so tired...wouldn't it be nice, to go to sleep, to not wake up? Her eyelids began to sink, and she struggled half heartedly to keep them open, but drowsiness and sorrow was getting the best of her." on 14:01:32 06/07/02 Fri [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]