| Subject: The stallion watches the mare carefully, dark eyes concealing what he may be feeling. He whickers softly to her, her words were wise...then he turns and glides off. |
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Black Death
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Date Posted: 10:45:42 11/30/01 Fri
Author Host/IP: NoHost/141.157.35.194
In reply to:
Cobweb
's message, "She snorts, concealing a silent sigh..." on 20:59:08 11/28/01 Wed
>She'd never been good with words, with knowing what to
>say to people to make them feel alright. It's part of
>what had gotten her driven from her previous homes.
>Here, at least, she hoped they could understand she
>was awkward with words, awkward with emotions, and
>awkward with caring...
>
>Feet planted stiffly, uneasily, wishes driving through
>her mind for the eloquence to let him understand, but
>knowing those wishes were not rational. She begins to
>lift one leg, simply releasing the pressure of her
>weight, bending slightly, but changes her mind before
>hoof leaves the earth. Once it is once more firmly
>planted upon the ground, her eyes still watching for
>his reaction, she finally opens her mouth to speak,
>though a pause goes by before the words begin to slip
>out, rough and awkward, though genuine. "Gangsta,
>I... I must leave you to make your decision now, for
>I know it isn't up to me, and my presence does no
>good. Should you choose to stay, I shall be over
>there," she jerks her head back and to the side,
>motioning towards her favorite part of the TT, a
>little dip in the midst of a cluster of large, jagged
>boulders which jutted dramatically out of the barren
>terrain. Giving him one more lingering second, she
>finally turns, stepping heavily towards "her spot",
>with her rough-and-tough-yet-graceful-and-feminine
>strides and attitude...
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