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Date Posted: 05:20:05 05/16/03 Fri
Author Host/IP: strd-p1a-147.lakefield.net/206.40.120.154
In reply to:
Sun Chaser
's message, "+shakes head+" on 17:49:12 05/15/03 Thu
:::visage nods slowly, not trusting her voice. Watching as he left, mare begins to dig with talons near Sunny's lifeless form, sweating and crying relentlessly, but she knew it would be easier on Verano and all concerned if he had a proper resting place. Sobbing breathes are wrenched from framework, muscles contracting harder to move the soil underfoot so that a trench was formed. Slowly, gently, muzzle touches Sunny's neck, before using skull to push him into his grave, having to move along his frame so that he slipped into his enternal resting place. Moving to cover his grave, dirt is pushed back, not really seeing but knowing the job was done. Loud and mournful whicker sounds from vocals, selecting a few choice sunflowers to mark the spot of solitude. Form shakes with grief, walking away in a zombie-like fashion, seeing Eclipse and moving instinctivly toward her daughter. Painted frame is lowered next to her own, drawing the younger close, feeling her warmth. Her tiny breaths were heard, the beating of her heart observed. Tears continue to flow. What would they do without Sunny?:::
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