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Date Posted: 20:26:39 05/25/03 Sun
Author: Cymbra and Misa
Subject: ... The End? ...

A gray mist. Seemingly innocuous, innocent, hiding all of life's ugly little mysteries. The passageway into the Grove was shrouded by said mist. But upon closer inspection, the mist didn't hide all. Two forms, vaguely equine in shape, were slowly making their way through. One form was leaning heavily on the other, it's back legs not seeming to want to cooperate. Finally making their way through the misty veil, the pair headed for a large oak tree. The dappled gray mare collapsed in a heap, sides heaving, pelt in tatters, and her back legs in shreds. Her splotched companion didn't look much better. The younger mare was cut and bleeding almost everywhere, especially on her neck and legs. But it was clear to see that the gray was in much more dire straits. Every breath that was sucked in was released quickly in a shuddering explosion, as if even the menial task was the souce of great pain. The splotched mare sank down beside her mother, too exhausted to call out for help, and not sure that help would arrive in time to save her mother. Misa dropped her head and brushed her muzzle against Cymbra's temple, crooning softly to her and trying to relieve some of her agony.

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Replies:

*Simple and Plain* -- Cole, 08:34:39 05/26/03 Mon
- ~*A misty morning means a mystical afternoon*~ -- Misty, 10:22:49 05/26/03 Mon
  - \.soar./ -- Circasia, 18:20:58 05/27/03 Tue
    - ... The End? ... -- Cymbra and Misa, 19:36:42 05/27/03 Tue
      - *Grief* -- Cole, 21:44:43 05/27/03 Tue
        \.soar./ -- Circasia, 14:48:50 05/28/03 Wed
        [ . The End . ] -- Cymbra and Misa, 19:37:56 06/02/03 Mon
        \.soar./ -- Circasia, 11:26:31 06/03/03 Tue
        ooc: i'll come up with a post later guys, i'm a little strapped for time (NT) -- Cole, 06:54:03 06/04/03 Wed

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