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Subject: Fiery bay mare's breathing becomes more and more irregular as she is caught in her own dreamland, her own consciousness, may be the end of the mare..... Author: Fire's Whisper [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:25:45 12/23/01 Sun Author Host/IP: blfd-cs06-t126.citlink.net/170.215.186.131 Seeing Enchanted Forest many many years before, when she herself was young. Tears streaming down her tiny face, "But you're not my mama." The tiny filly said watching the mare. Her eyes follow to Whisper who is very ill. Now she has grown to almost a mare, but once again tears pour down her solemn pretty face. "How could he die mother?" Whisper overwhelmed with sorrow just shook her head. The young mare stares at the grave site of her father sadle. Now many years later the young mare is wandering around, lost without Desert Shock. Pregnant with twins and sick with pnemonia. Soon she finds comfort where she gives birth to two twin colts, one who is quite sickly. Now she dreams of meeting Quest and being pregnant with the foal that was supposed to make her realize life wasn't all bad...No...her mind flashes to her labor and ending up having a miscarriage. Finally her mind sways to her mother, the elegant bay mare...fighting...and finally her dead corpse lying there. Tears begin to stream down the mare's face and she collapses next to her mother, loosing her broke the mare's heart. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Somehow the golden mare, fighting similarly for her life in the Scarplands, feels her sister's need...a message breaks through the other's dream... Whisper in the Wind 10:24:43 12/24/01 Mon The words of her sister, breaks through her mind, she tries to speak, to open her eyes, anything. Only a pure miracle could save her now. -- Fire's Whisper, 12:04:48 12/24/01 Mon It continues, unceasing, urgent... -- Wit, 07:23:18 12/25/01 Tue For some reason, her sister's message seems not to be helping, her breathing becomes more irregular and her heartbeat begins to fade, barely beating at all now. -- Fire's Whisper, 09:48:13 12/25/01 Tue A painted mare steps in, unsure of why she is here, but knowing she is here for a reason. She steps over to the mare, laying beside her...her powers, inherited from her mother, have never been practiced, yet somehow, she knows what to do... -- Apache's Dream Speaker, 10:37:41 12/25/01 Tue These images flash through the mare's mind, she tries so hard to wake up now, but it seems like cement hold her eyelids down. -- Fire's Whisper, 19:07:19 12/25/01 Tue *filly stands not far from her mother, softly nuzzling the other filly, her sister. Soft liquid eyes drift off, her faith building and her hope unquavering from this point on. (NT) -- Final Dance, 19:11:14 12/25/01 Tue The mare stands, somewhat weak from using the power, then backs off a bit, unsure...that was all she could do...they would have to hope it was enough. (NT) -- Apache's Dream Speaker, 07:41:15 12/26/01 Wed Tiny filly stares at her mother, her eyes wide with fright. "Mama..." The filly squeals softly and touches her muzzle against the mare's cold body. (NT) -- Whisper's Angel, 09:45:53 12/26/01 Wed She feels the breath of her daughter, her eyes open only the smallest measure. Squinting up at her daughter tears fall from her eyes. (NT) -- Fire's Whisper, 19:32:32 12/26/01 Wed