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Subject: *The young stallion snorts, feeling bordom creep in. He walks cautiously toward the fallen stallion.* Author: Untamed Night [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:23:31 10/20/01 Sat Author Host/IP: maxtnt-246.companet.net/205.240.86.246 In reply to: Cobweb 's message, "She lifts her head from where she'd been listlessly grazing, eyes narrowing with a coldness shared with all who knew her not. She snorts, doubt flashing in her eyes as she tried to measure up this strange stallion who'd entered their TT uninvited. Her nostrils quiver after her blasting snort, and her eyes then sweep over the others in the TT, taking in their reactions. She was there to step in should trouble break out, but was pretty confident her aid would not be needed. Instead, she watched, feeling an outsider to the scene, and without approaching any." on 22:25:15 10/19/01 Fri [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *Greying black stallion tilts his head staring at Risk "i believe I know you. Your Risk, am I right? I came to this land long ago. Then I was living at the Waterfall Mists. After they closed, I wandered for a while, and then remebered this place. I remember you welcomed me. . . . " he looks to the stallion, then to the young filly. "So you don't like me eh? Well you don't have to. I'll find someplace else to stay." He's voice is slow, and he seems quite weary. He swishes his tail, then turns and slowly walks away. "Goodbye, Risk and you other folk." Dark Knight 12:50:58 10/23/01 Tue The oddly-marked mare pricks her ears tentatively, curious as to what's going on. She is too far to have heard any word, but merely a stream of voice. She watches his unhasty retreat, her own guesses meandering through her mind. After a moment, she elegantly, but in her rough, forceful manner, dropped her head to grab another mouthful of the scraggly grass below her. (NT) -- Cobweb, 21:48:09 10/23/01 Tue *After the stallion has left he shakes his and walks aimlessly in the other direction.* (NT) -- Untamed Night, 04:46:54 10/24/01 Wed ~He cocks his heaad, then nods, remembering, but shrugs as the other leaves.~ (NT) -- Risk, 05:55:32 10/25/01 Thu