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Subject: [Running with the Devil]


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Alec
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Date Posted: 08:06:49 06/20/04 Sun
In reply to: Apache Rose 's message, "<^> A Swriling scent of Catarophe <^>" on 13:58:01 06/17/04 Thu
 ( Ohara! Realism, PLEASE!)
A little put of by the mare's completely unprevoked and erratic behaviour, Alec followed her to the barn. Leaning on the arena gate, the only entrence to the arrna which was open at the moment (the two opposing doors were shut against an immenant sand storm), he watched the mare move. he appreciative gaze traced her form slowly, picking out weaknesses and strenghts with relative ease. Her movement was surprisingly good, considering hr injured leg. A frown creased the man' brow and he shut the gate, assuringthe it was bolted solidly. If the mare was content, he would leave her in the large area until she calmed, as he was unwilling to increase her stress level by attempting to capture her. He watched her for a while longer, praising the man who had invented the short lead, before he gathered himself up and turned his back. A flake of hey later, he shut the large outer door of the arena and watched the mare's reaction through the dusty window for moment before turning away. He had another mare on the way and could not spend hours looking after one with no wish to be looked after.
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<^> A Swriling scent of Catastrophe <^>Apache Rose12:28:39 06/20/04 Sun

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