| Subject: The black colt watches her for a second, guessing at her thoughts. He sighs. A lot worse could come of it. Risk could die He pauses, remembering his own father's death, defending his mate...his mother...who was now gone. |
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Black Death
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Date Posted: 06:56:49 08/03/01 Fri
Author Host/IP: dialup-63.208.191.187.Dial1.Baltimore1.Level3.net/63.208.191.187 In reply to:
Cobweb
's message, "She breathes deeply, watching the scene..." on 15:41:14 08/02/01 Thu
>At the news of the challenge, a dulled flicker of both
>curiousity and anger at the same time flash through
>her face. She sighs, though, and shrugs- what would
>be the worst of it? That she and Mercury, or herself
>alone, would be kicked out by this other stallion,
>that Risk and Shadow might get a few cuts a bruises...
> Perhaps being forced to seek a new home was best,
>though, for even if everyone were to welcome
>her and to forgive her, she herself couldn't allow
>herself to be comfortable here as she had before...
>The land of the Lights was no better, and yet... She
>sighs, her head still held in a submissive, defeated
>position, as the thoughts continued to race through
>her head, all glum and depressing...
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