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Subject: � The Sun-God's Wraith �

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Apollo
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Date Posted: 19:30:42 02/24/03 Mon
In reply to: Apollo 's message, "� The Sun-God's Wraith �" on 11:15:16 02/23/03 Sun

*he snorts and winces slightly in pain as he tries to move his legs. He hated lying down, he couldn't get up fast enough if something happened.* If you're going to bleed, at least you're going to do it with some dignity and on your feet. * he thinks to himself. But he couldn't get the will to stand. So, he raised his head up and looked at the others gathered around.* Hi, *he says weakly.* I look like crap, huh? Funny thing, is, I feel like it too, *he gives them a watery smile.* Okay, okay, I'm fine. Enough with the hovering and the concerning look, no need for it, just a few scratches I picked up here and there is all. *he says lightly.*

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[> Subject: An Ancient Beauty

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Athena
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Date Posted: 19:33:58 02/24/03 Mon

*smirks at the stallion staying right where she was chuckled lightly as to ot cause him pain then lied her head on the grass occasioally looking at the ohter mares suroounding them*

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[> [> Subject: |~Mystical Songs on Twilight's Breeze~||*Hear the Mythical Song of the Sun*|

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Mystic and Myth
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Date Posted: 20:35:31 02/25/03 Tue

|~She snorts softly and continues licking the wounds, trying to clean them so they don't get infected.~| Stay still, Apollo. What you need is rest. And these are no scratches. These are serious wounds. Just lie still and let me clean them or they'll get infected and then you'll really be in for it. |~She says in a strict tone, acting as she would with one of her foals.~|

|*She canters up, looking for her mother. Finnaly she spots her and some other mares clustered around her bloody father. With a worried whinney she bursts forward at full speed, skiding to a stop near them.*| Daddy! What happened? Are you okay? |*She asks worriedly, not used to seeing her father in such a sorry state.*|

[[jeez Myth is growing fast... she's gotta be what, 1 1/2 yrs. old by now? lol]]

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