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Date Posted: 21:15:04 01/11/04 Sun
Author: Aphrodite's Flower
Subject: ::so weak, so strong::
In reply to: Dark Illusion 's message, "~An Illusion of the Night~" on 18:39:23 01/11/04 Sun

Golden mare grunts in her rare moment of weakness, swollen petite form laying in the distance among the soft and yet bitter grasses of this foreign lands.. With a deep sigh, the fem rolls over, growing side sore with hours of exhaustion. Saphire lids startle open, viewing one of her most dear friends, immediately surprised. Why had she come? For the same purpose of the rest of her friends-liberty of the back-up queen? She knew not, but all she wanted was to see the familar and beloved face. Without thinking, she leaps up, as she used to, only to find herself unable, almost collapsing, but catching herself with an akward grunt, heaving up her swollen form. Once more, urging herself on to gallop, she realizes her body could only bring herself to a lazy trot, quite frustrated with her own form. Reaching her beloved friend, she reaches out, pressing her copper muzzle against hers, eyes glimmering with tears. She missed her home and friends, her family, so much.. Emotions, these days, came and went, as did now she felt enveloped in a sorrow and longing for her home.. She is speechless, ignoring her nearby captor Adrian, as she smiles despite her new form and exhaustion. Here, in front of her friend, was the only oppurtune she would show her true exhaustion and longing (by now she didnt really care to act high and mighty in front of Adrian, though it was still true she didn't fear him or the other rebels, and never would).. "How is life, why are you here?" She suddenly asks quickly, bantering her at once, mind swarming with questions.. "How is the brook, the falls? How is little flower.." She thinks, quickly shooting out questions at once, a smile upon her copper muzzle....

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