Th stallion plods into the deserted lands.... -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: Th stallion plods into the deserted lands....

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Armond

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Date Posted: 19:08:34 11/04/01 Sun

... and he slowly comes to a hault, the cilly autumn wind blowing over his scarred and dingy bay coat. His eyes hold a depresseed and hard look, and he just stands there for a few minutes, scanning the lands. Horrible images flood through his mind, images of flesh being torn and blood beeing spilt... and of Shatter's death. He closes his eyes tight, sucking in a deep breath. The only friend he ever had is dead... and he couldn't stop it from happening. He has no idea where Ela and the foals are... they're either dead or separated or injured or... there as so many horrible things that could have happened to them. His breathing stops, and he opens his eyes. A tear slides down his face, and he lets out a long breath, the setting sun sreatching across the lands he once knew. No one is here, only himself. He feels as if he were back in the Hellish lands where his life changeed forever... now it's changed... again... and again, not for the better. He shakees his head slowly, picking up a canter, making his way over the grassy shore along the Watering Hole. Trudging up the hill, he stops and stands, looking out over the lands for the last time. He snorts and rears, thrashing the air, his eyes flashing red. He lets out a piercing whinnie... and is gone

(P.S. For those of you who wish to follow Armond if U knew him or not... hee's traveling to a fareaway land called Btweeen Worlds... maybe he'll meet you there again someday...)

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