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Date Posted: 23:51:19 06/26/03 Thu
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Freezing Lilac
's message, "†Whisperer†" on 20:47:34 06/26/03 Thu
|.As his beloved's slender form came into view, he gave a nicker, and stepped forward to greet her as she landed. He spread his wings to their full spread, and hugged her in the horse way*. He stepped back, and nuzzled her ivory pelt where her jawbone met her neck. He nickered again, black eyes shining.|
I've missed you, love. I'm glad to be home too.
|.He sighed heavily, and looked out upon the land. His ebon coat was slightly dusty, though it had recently been cleaned.|
But we have fallen into neglect once again. We are fading from time, Lilac. The people who do care, they are gone, permanently or not, I do not know. Soon, there will be nothing of us left. Our once blossoming land is dying. We have had ups, and we have had downs. My gut tells me this is the final down. There is no real up. Even if we do manage to find more people, we will still, eventually, have to find another home, another place to live. How I wish the time was still that of when Atalanta was here. We had members abound, and plenty of activity. But this operation our leaders have instated is ruining it. Sooner or later, we will be forced to leave. What will become of us then?
|.He gave a soft snort, and looked at the surrounding land. His joyful mood of a moment ago was gone, floating away on the breeze. He gave a momentary wish that he was still a young colt, not at all concerned with the doings of the worlds, bending and flexible, yet strong in the gust of things like a bamboo stick in the wind. But then he could not be a leader, he could not love, he could not find friends in maturity. He felt torn, and embarrased. He buried his face in Lilac's mane, giving another heavy sigh.|
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