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Subject: ....filly squalls... Author: Final Dance [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:26:42 03/01/02 Fri Author Host/IP: NoHost/216.90.109.164 In reply to: Wit 's message, "She lowers her head as she runs, lengthening out, but she's out of shape and is soon gasping for breath. She reaches the small river at it's widest and rockiest point, not hesitating before leaping over it. Normally it would have been simple, but she had only been able to run for a few weeks, not even begun to limber up. Coming up short, she falls into the river, struggling to keep her head up before scrambling to pull herself up onto a rock, leaping on the wet rocks to get to the other side, often dangerously close to slipping but not even realizing. Finally she leaps onto the ledge where she had found solitude so often in her youth, collapsing, gasping, sopping wet, onto it. She wanted to keep running, to start before her greif could catch up again, but she couldn't, her whole body was burning as if on fire. So the tears came, racking her frail form, mixing with the pool of water around her." on 11:54:07 03/01/02 Fri ...everything was slightly different...the somber, but yet upsetting mood disturbed her...she scrambles to very shaky feet, ignoring the hunger that rumbled within her stomach... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date :::Watches::: Dancing Diablo 03:37:03 03/02/02 Sat *approaches* -- Dessie, 08:15:38 03/02/02 Sat ...utterly confused... -- Final Dance, 10:33:43 03/02/02 Sat ::Comfort:: -- Mystical Star, 16:33:37 03/02/02 Sat ...no... -- Final Dance, 07:53:46 03/03/02 Sun *Small filly watches the comotion, tears fall down her lovely face. She lowers her head, not being able to look at anyone, she had caused Mother's death...she should have never been born. The filly shakes at the feeling of loneliness and emptiness inside her.* -- Whisper's Angel, 10:58:43 03/03/02 Sun ..reaches upward to her sister... -- Final Dance, 04:28:23 03/04/02 Mon *At the touch of her sister she shivers slightly, knowing it was her that had ruinied many people's life...* -- Angel, 16:08:12 03/04/02 Mon He looks at the other filly. "Blame is a thing often placed unjustly. No one is at fault when some one dies so suddenly...it's hard, but blame doesn't make it easier for anyone." -- Mystical Star, 13:04:10 03/05/02 Tue +young mare watches from a shotr distance away, sympathy for all those that grieve evident in her eyes. She snorts, and flicks her ears, turning her head quickly, catching a movement from the corner of her eye. She turns quickly, seeing Emotion and Shocking Revelation raided. Turning back to Mystical Star, and whickers. "If anyone starts to look for me, I've gone to find those raided." Though she didn't know the stallion, she knew of him, and knew he would deliver her message. She turns, and gallops out* (NT) -- Khali, 14:21:40 03/05/02 Tue