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Subject: + Listening... + Author: Shadowfax [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:06:50 05/20/02 Mon In reply to: :x: Optical Illusion :x: 's message, ":x: Discovery :x:" on 12:28:22 05/20/02 Mon font face="Verdana">+ He listens, lobes perked towards the sound, like a bell ringing in the air, like a wave riplling in the sea. Muzzle reaches foreward, trying to hold onto the notes that were slowly fading in the wind. Hesitance. He wished to approach the femme, but feared startling her to flight. Watching the single star amidst the sky of grey he nickers once more, softer this time, barely more than a whisper. One ivory hoof shatters the ground before him as he sets it foreward, then another, and yet another, until he stood but a few feet from the vixen. Dark orbs take in the figure of the mare before him. He speaks. One word. + Mi'lady. + He lowers his head ion a bow, dark gray forelock falling over eyes, only to jump back again in the breeze as neck resumes its regular position atop shoulders. He watches her, eyes reflecting her shadow in them. + [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date + Listening... + Shadowfax 13:08:28 05/20/02 Mon :x: Responce :x: -- :x; Optical Illusion :x:, 11:32:00 05/22/02 Wed + Speaks... + -- Shadowfax, 13:53:09 05/22/02 Wed :x: Riposte :x: -- :x: Optical Illusion :x:, 06:19:32 05/25/02 Sat + Response... + -- Shadowfax, 13:19:02 05/28/02 Tue Sorry it took me so long to reply, I was on vacation. =) -- Shadowfax, 13:31:32 05/28/02 Tue :x: Movement :x: -- :x: Optical Illusion :x:, 10:37:19 05/29/02 Wed + Follows... + -- Shadowfax, 14:20:32 05/29/02 Wed :x: Destination - unknown :x: -- :x: Optical Illusion :x:, 13:52:20 05/31/02 Fri + Quite aimless... + -- Shadowfax, 14:25:25 05/31/02 Fri will be gone! -- .Her Player., 10:04:27 06/01/02 Sat Wow! Sounds like fun! I'll still be here, this thread's getting kind of long so you might just want to start a new one. -- Shadowfax's Player, 21:56:23 06/01/02 Sat