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Subject: The Sun-God's Wraith

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Apollo

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Date Posted: 17:52:51 02/01/03 Sat
In reply to: Apollo 's message, "The Sun-God's Wraith: Des " on 17:49:23 02/01/03 Sat

*he nuzzles her.* I know you aren't happy here, so I'm sending you off to Fearless's herd, you'll like him, he won't remind you of the bad days. You'll be the alliance gift... *he shook his head, not liking the way he had just sounded like his father* Do you mind? Or would rather stay here?

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Des
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Date Posted: 17:56:33 02/01/03 Sat

*her ears perk foward. Another stallion's herd sounded like bliss right now. It wasn't that she didn't like Apollo, but when she thought of the old days, they were never her fondest. And that's what he reminded her of, the old days back when... she shook her head, not willing to walk down the well traveled path again. She smiles.* I don't mind at all, thanks, *she whispers and nuzzles him. He would never be his father, and for that she was simply grateful.*