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Sunpaint Asylum

Sunpaint Asylum, the spirit-cave of Invierno Mountain. A sanctuary for phantoms, yet is often disturbed by the adventurous. In a far corner of the cave glows a firey light; dare thee progress?

Vegetation 0/10. Water 0/10.
About .2 sq. miles.

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\\Gone...That'll Be Me//(Passer By) -- Damon, 15:34:15 12/11/02 Wed (205.188.209.78)
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Sands Of Time -- Ikkitarita, 13:16:07 09/11/02 Wed (64.12.96.169)
The ghost stallion turned his attention from the one who had 'claimed' the land of phantoms to the entrance to the land in which he had fallen from. Luckily he could feel no pain, or that fall would have really hurt. He sighed and raked the earth with a would-be-lethal obsidion flint. He glanced about once more, willing fate & destiny to hurry. He was impatient by nature, but did his best to keep it in check.

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- sands of time -- Ikkitarita, 12:06:35 10/09/02 Wed
- .voice. -- fate&destiny, 13:40:44 11/06/02 Wed
- .voice. [read this one!] -- fate&destiny, 13:41:51 11/06/02 Wed
  - Sands of Time -- Ikkitarita, 13:48:36 11/06/02 Wed
\\Gone...That'll Be Me// -- Damon, 17:04:51 10/21/02 Mon (152.163.189.103)
Lupine slinked through shadows of the cave with silence though the only sounds were that of the whispers of the following shadows behind him. Shadowed optics seemed to be hypmotised of where his trail was leading him and paid no attention to the ghostly surrounds though they seemed normal to a darkblood such as he.

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- So sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!! Font closing! -- Faith, 17:08:38 10/21/02 Mon
\\A Soul Reborn// -- Black Nightmares, 15:37:53 10/14/02 Mon (205.188.209.78)
Feline slenked into the caverns, neon emerald optics never wondered from where she was heading, she had heard of a special terrian giving quests, already suffering from the common bordom found it might be useful to go.She quickly disappeared.

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*Femme limps on leg but claims terrain.* -- Sedusa, 02:13:27 08/27/02 Tue (67.3.33.107)
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- *Walks* (NT) -- Sedusa, 14:20:34 08/30/02 Fri
  - Sands of Time -- Ikkitarita, 15:55:56 09/03/02 Tue
.:.a dying flame.:. -- Firebird, 19:38:18 08/22/02 Thu (203.109.254.59)
Flame-huen spectre drifts in the fluent way of the lifeless, into the cavern, drawn by God knows what.
Hollow oracles glitter by the light of the far-away blaze, hesitant gyration nearing beast to the the place, progressing on with curiosity.

Firebird
. a dying flame .

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.leave. -- Shetan, 08:14:31 08/21/02 Wed (64.12.96.169)
The lupin left the cave in a hurry, still trying to figure out what to do with the gift she had been giving. She knew she would figure it out soon, she had too.

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sands of time -- Ikkitarita, 09:30:05 08/20/02 Tue (64.12.96.169)
The ghost stallion glanced around him warily, then reminded himself that he was a ghost and couldn't be harmed. He wondered why destiny had litterally(sp?) dropped him here. The white stallion flickered his lobes and waited and listened for when an explanation for this would come. But he was not one who liked to wait, the stallion knew by glanceing around that he was in the Sunpaint Asylum, refuge of phantoms, but why?

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entering -- Tattered Glory&Mitisha, 14:29:43 05/24/02 Fri (152.163.213.59)
A silver colored femora and her tri-colored filly enter. Violet eyes of the mother glance around. The filly scampers around winnieing and galloping,playing ehr own little foal games.

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- moves on -- Tattered Glory&Mitisha, 14:31:03 05/24/02 Fri
**CLAIM** -- Blood & Chocolate, 15:59:22 05/18/02 Sat (131.216.128.129)
*Large Blackblooded dragoness lands with a bellow of rage unknown to all. Crimson optics glare at all in a challenge, this land was hers now. Sable scaled creature folded leathery wings close to figure, transparent raven claws raking against a dead tree to sharpen them. A smirk plays 'pon lips & needle sharp fangs are shown. Any dare to challenge thee?*

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- Ack..scratch this (NT) -- B&C, 16:00:33 05/18/02 Sat
** i dream a dream so pretty ** -- default, 20:12:04 05/10/02 Fri (24.66.94.142)
** the stallion pranced in with hardly a look of worry on his fresian face. boldly stepping forth, he proceeded into the foreboding-looking place that he'd heard of- they called it the unpainted realm? who knew exactly why. he decided he'd have to figure it out for himself. continuing his move foward, he took a deep breath and plunged head first into danger. **

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* s t i l l . . . ] -- Nicht Verstehen Sie, 22:17:38 04/23/02 Tue (152.163.206.186)
Striped one still remained, his heart had flustered up with exitement at each passer-by. Though his throat choked out potential words, his knees locking him into his hiding place. He couldn't speak or move to anyone. Most of the land around him was deserted, except for the passage into that world of bliding color. He relaxed and walked mopy around his cave, pausing to read some of his old writings on the floor. Hours spend on each word, it wasn't easy for little hooves to chisel away stone. But how many years did he have? Verstehen wished, again, that he could die.

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: | Moving quickly through . -- Farhan, 13:47:45 04/23/02 Tue (205.188.192.28)
Although he is now once again white edged in pale gold and pink, Farhan has not yet regained his cheerful disposition. The one-time Silver Coppice dweller moves on.

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::Winds of Rapscallion:: -- Des, 13:53:06 03/28/02 Thu (152.163.201.203)
Femme comes into the tt then quickly goes on.

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; A / diamonds ... > -- *Alias, 12:46:44 02/26/02 Tue (152.163.204.207)
she saw the scrapes on the floor of the rock. it proved to her that another animal had been there. perhaps she would be allowed to meet such a one who lived in such harsh and raveging conditions. she supposed it took alot of self-will and perhaps a haunting past to make a character do something like that, but she knew of that. all too wellshe knew of fear, hauntings and terrible purposeful pasts. oh, this was nto a direction she wanted to go. she quickly left the mountain, not wanting to revisit her own past. the past she tried so hard to escape every day of her life...

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* o n l y . . . ] -- Nicht Verstehen Sie, 23:40:23 01/20/02 Sun (64.12.103.154)
Nicht Vershtehen Sie .. you do not understand. In a far corner of the cave, pictures scraped into the walls from boreness, sleeps a striped steed of loneliness and secretness. The sturdy colt stood up from his corner, twisting open the knarled, pony-like mouth in a hearty yawn. Boxy hooves scraped the ground as he stretched, echoing a clip-clop through the emptiness as the zebra trotted out. Standing 'pon Invierno Mountain, looking down to the path he trekked every day.. alone, down to Shangri-La for grazing and water, though he needed none. What was to occupy his mind?

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