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Date Posted: 17:30:51 10/07/02 Mon
Author Host/IP: pcp02646610pcs.clbrtn01.fl.comcast.net/68.84.243.107
In reply to:
Fyrefli
's message, "+*+Fyre Dancer+*+" on 22:16:30 10/06/02 Sun
"The sun will rise again tommorrow.. But somehow it will not shine again today."
. almost grown male looks to his sister . his eyes widened as he saw his beatiful sister . hello, sister, dear. 'tis been so long.... . he walks to her and nuzzles her gently with his nose . boy, you have grown.. . he nuzzles her again, whinnying . he rests his coal black wings by his sides, ruffling them slightly . he too posessed a scar, one from battle with a dragon . candince, the dragon, had stolen his mothers gem, and he attempted to get it back . the dragon had slashed him across the hide, on this toosh . the scar was white . it stood out clearly from his black hide, but he could care less . mother is around here somewhere.... . he looks around, flapping his wings . he then buries his muzzle into her mane, blowing into it . I have missed you, sister... . he then looks away as she asks the question . my mother went questing.. i decided to follow her, silly me.... but it saved her life. her gem was stolen from her horn, and it must be returned, or she perhaps may die. . he looks at his sister quite sadly .
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