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Subject: Slightly behind the other, the white filly steps in, a somber look on her face, not quite sure what to say, or what to do. It had affected all of them, the loss of their leader...but none so much as his family, and she knew not what to say or do to help. Author: Diablo [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 16:45:06 03/02/02 Sat Author Host/IP: chr168dhcp1210.chrchv01.md.comcast.net/68.33.172.186 In reply to: ~Fatal Midnight 's message, "~older filly returns to Black Lake. Instead of mischief, her dark eyes hold a solemn look and a tinge of fear has been struck into her heart~" on 14:35:55 03/01/02 Fri [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ~she lays down upon some grass and nibbles some, very hungry.~ (NT) Fatal Midnight 08:09:59 03/03/02 Sun She stands silently, waiting, not pushing the point, but turning her head towards Midnight Peaks every so often...at least Fate was eating...but she worried for her mother. (NT) -- Diablo, 12:02:55 03/06/02 Wed ~filly stretches out some. the shock was beginning to reside and her mind wasn't as numb. Her eyes are still wild and frightened, as she is totally powerless over what would happen to her dam. She turns her sculpted head and glances up to one of her closest friends, grateful that she had brought her back home, saved her.~ (NT) -- Fatal Midnight, 17:49:05 03/06/02 Wed +Satantic stands a little ways from the pair. He gazes down upon the filly "Fate" and looks towards his niece in question. He then beckons towards his brother to come near+ (NT) -- Satantic Warrior, 19:35:43 03/06/02 Wed The white filly lowers her head under the bravado of clipping the long grass, but her apetite is gone, and she only spits it out again, silently pondering the situation. Her ears flick back towards her uncle almost carelessly, otherwise not acknowledging his presence, or that of her approaching father. The stallion steps over next to his half brother, glancing at him and then at Fate, speaking softly. "It always hard to lose a loved one, and the hurt doesn't go away. But it does get better. I promise." He almost sounds like a light, forgetting what he says, but his words are true. (NT) -- Diablo's Deceivance, 12:07:58 03/08/02 Fri ~nods, listening to stallion's words~ Perhaps time would ease the pain, filly thinks to herself.~But time surely wasn't on her mother's side~ (NT) -- Fate, 14:31:22 03/08/02 Fri The white stallion nods. "Yes...you're mother's greif is taking over. I think she may need an ear..." (NT) -- Diablo's Deceivance, 15:58:00 03/09/02 Sat ~filly listens~ Her brother. Perhaps he could do something. An ear?, filly thinks to self. ~ Filly looks apologetically at others, as she is exhausted and then drops into a deep, dark slumber.~ -- Fate, 21:45:35 03/09/02 Sat The white filly looks quizically at the other. Dreaming... It's obvious in the way her eyelids flutter slightly, the look on her face. She snorts, turning away, staring at the icy waters of the lake and thinking. -- Diablo, 12:29:49 03/10/02 Sun