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Date Posted: 10:11:00 07/05/01 Thu
Author: Fallen Angel & Moulin Rouge
Subject: ~

( Mare watches crimson cloaked daughter quietly as she sleeps . . . she needed to stretch . . to run . . just to be . . . she would never have the chance again . . coal dipped nares lower to whuffle against her daughter's hide before gently flinging her head . . . )

:: Rouge stirs in her sleep . . crimson baton swinging . . . startled awake . . ears alert but staying low . . someone had entered . . . uncertainty flooding her mind . . . no one seemed to be on lookout . . and then mahogany orbs catch the intruder with the dark one . . . settles subtly and unfolds long wobbly legs . . . and she watches her brother and sister . . she felt . . she needed the companionship of others . . . the attention . . . her mother cared for her dearly but she needed peers . . . flaring nares, dipping lightly whiskered muzzle she hesitantly starts forward . . and then raising her dial lightly breaks into a trot . . and pauses a moment to look back and meet the reapproving gaze of her dam . . she continues forward . . . surging to burst each stride yet keeping it collected . . . silent padding each stride . . and she lowers her head curious if they would accept her . . for she had taken their play illy in the beginning . . lobes flickered forward, listening . . . ::

( Mare watches filly hesitantly . . . Rouge was a filly of her own mind and would act on intuition alone if no other sources found . . yet a light calming entered her mind . . . . she watches the others . . . she had not yet formed an opinion of the others . . . gaze casts to Dash . . a gaze of pity entering her mind . . she was attempting to fit a mold to be accepted . . . but what she had learned is you musn't mold yourself . . you must be who you are and accept your placement . . . and she watches . . DarkestDesire . . the femme was a curious one . . but she had yet to form a deeper opinion of her enemy . . . . dial dipping upward lightly . . watching the edges of the territory . . perhaps this was a plan in its own . . . set into nerves she watches . . )

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