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Subject: ~tosses plush muzzle towards cliff rock that her mother had always been and the fact that she was no longer there. She shivers not knowing if she wants to go further and find out where is her dam~ Author: Fatal Midnight [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 05:00:37 04/17/02 Wed Author Host/IP: NoHost/65.171.169.163 In reply to: Diablo 's message, "The white filly snorts and halts as the other passes her own slow walk at a canter, eyeing her before trotting slowly forward, nudging her side lightly, eyes questioning." on 11:47:26 04/16/02 Tue >>~she stares at the cliff where her mother always laid >>when upset and upon not seeing her she lets out a soft >>snort, a mixture of pain and relief. Fate takes >>another step foward when she nearly bolts backwards >>when her memory creates an image of her late sire. >>Her eyes scan towards the false-image and then she >>realizes that it's just a figment of her imagination. >>She breaks into a canter, careening wildly up the >>slipperly, dangerous slope towards her home. As she >>nears the top, she freezes, catching her breath, bay >>sides glossy with sweat. Fate lets out a deep sigh as >>she realizes that she is almost there~ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Ivory colored young one thrusts muzzle towards ground, sniffing, keen eyes picking up the barely visible trail of three horses...one of which, it seemed, stepping heavily, burdened...by what? Sorrow? It seemed that the mare had passed this way. It led to Desert of Flames. Diablo 16:36:00 04/17/02 Wed ~watches Diablo's actions~ -- Fate, 18:06:08 04/17/02 Wed In answer, the filly lifts her head and gazes towards Desert of Flames, tail lifting high as she trots, stepping high with each stride, a new feeling of assurance filling her. She led the way, occasionally stopping to be sure she still had their trail, more and more positive that the mare was there. -- Diablo, 14:02:38 04/19/02 Fri ~follows friend towards Desert o' Flames~ (NT) -- Fate, 14:36:29 04/19/02 Fri