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Date Posted: 04/28/03 2:05pm
Author: Cameran
Subject: ...Time Takes its Toll...
In reply to: Cameran's Life-Long Player 's message, "*weeps uncontrollably, typing through sadness*" on 04/28/03 4:03am

...gazing across the vast expanse of sea and sand causes the weathered stallion to become almost forlorn at this which has come to be. there is an aroma drifting on the gentle zephyr that blows over, barely causing white tips on the cerulean waves. the breeze coaxes the flaxen mane up off of the muscular crest as the horse muses. how unfortunate it is that the bold, usually flamboyant, steed must journey to the frontier, even become lost from the world as we know it. perhaps he was to go forth to better places, with their heavenly treasures and beautiful bounty. the places to which he will travel are beyond comprehension, yet he'll go there all the same.

life is only so long, and no matter how hard one may try, you can never modify the cards you were dealt. cameran's time has come, to trek through the myriad of landscapes until the great oasis is reached. though the farewell may be bittersweet, the bronze creature is prepared...prepared for this excursion to the unknown...

Farewell my friends, and those of you who I never quite got the chance to introduce myself too. I have lived a long, full life, though not nearly the length I expected in my first home, Windy Glen. I bid you all good futures, as I must now go to places you all would never imagine. I'll miss you all, and I have learned much. Race with the eagles, my friends, race with the eagles.

...with that all said and done, the eyes blink in one long, final blink and the wiry mustang turns around on his agile legs and begins meandering out, a soft grin pasted onto his pliable lips. who knows what the future held, but at least it would be more pleasant than the daily tortures he faced. maybe he would finally meet up with his beloved Odessa...once and for all...

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