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Date Posted: 22:25:57 09/19/03 Fri
Author: Cry of Glory
Subject: She Cried Of Glory
In reply to: Example of Death:+: 's message, ":+:Death:+:" on 20:26:07 09/19/03 Fri

"'Tis nice to meet you Shimyrh, how is this day treating you?" Glory smiled warmly at the little one, yet she was not so little. She nudged Shimyrh comfortingly hoping to bring her ease. Shimyrh was trying to hide her fear and she did it well, but, one of Glory's experience could see through the little performance with no effort. She was just a bit startled at the brute who seemed to appear out of the mist, she stepped in front of both foals in a protective manor that came out of no where. Not being rude, just wanting to be cautious and a good mother. "'Ello Example of Death. I am Cry of Glory." she nodded to her own foal, "This is Cry of Battle, my daughter. 'tis nice to make your aquaintance sir." The little midnight blessed demoness that had stood behind Glory now walked right under her mother's girth. "Ello." small vocals rang forth that resembled her mothers own but still held the arrogance of her father. Glory was coming to resent her mate more and more, he wasnt even her mate. Glory's uneasiness showed in her pools of blue, not from the steeds pressence but from mere memories. A smile pressed at her maw in place of the frown that had been there before and she directed her glance first at the two fillies, making sure they were not in any trouble, then back at Example of Death, the smile still remaining.

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