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Date Posted: 14:21:56 01/12/03 Sun
Author: [Mysty Night]
Subject: [I don't like silence]

.\/.Sight Unseen.\/.

[Her Twisted Thoughts]
[I don't like silence...What happened where is everyone]

[Tide Rises And Crashes Up Upon The Rocks]
[Orbs dart around the terra, searching for the herd, where where they? They quickly spot her youth, but no others. Where was the dule what happened?]

[Her Words Of Poison ]
[uhhh hello?]

.\/.Drowning In The Mists.\/.

|+|hidden thoughts withen|+|

|hm where did every one go?|

|+|the secrets of my actions|+|

|Dappled flicka prances around the lands, orbs sharp for movment, but no none was seen where had they gotten to? Snort in annoynce expells befor returning to her dams side|

|+|the words expelled|+|

|mute|

...My Script...

...Where is every one, it seems as if the herd is hidning, I don't like that...

...Here Comes High Tide...

...Young stag circles the terra, foalish whinny erupts from larnyx. Mini dome tosses, strong pikes take he at a consistant tirless threebeat. Lobes flicked forwards in alert gesture...

...My Speech...

...mute...

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