The golden filly lifts a delicate, finely chiseled head to gaze impassively at the colt. She recognized him, somewhere in the back of her mind, as her adoptive brother. Not that it meant much to her. Very little did, for none were truly close to her. Her mother was dead, father and twin disappeared. An older brother she had heard something of, but never seen. She had reached the age of one, still a child by most standards, but she had been forced to grow up the day she was born, the day she lost her mother, and she was learning the harder lessons of life - that those who were most loved, left the quickest. -- Enchanted Forest

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Subject: The golden filly lifts a delicate, finely chiseled head to gaze impassively at the colt. She recognized him, somewhere in the back of her mind, as her adoptive brother. Not that it meant much to her. Very little did, for none were truly close to her. Her mother was dead, father and twin disappeared. An older brother she had heard something of, but never seen. She had reached the age of one, still a child by most standards, but she had been forced to grow up the day she was born, the day she lost her mother, and she was learning the harder lessons of life - that those who were most loved, left the quickest.

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Date Posted: 19:24:40 10/12/02 Sat
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In reply to: DI 's message, "Devil's Illusion enters his home territory, it had been a long time since he'd been here. He smiles, noticing some familiar faces.*" on 19:12:48 10/12/02 Sat

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*the final dance* Final Dance 20:18:14 10/17/02 Thu

Though the mare approaching was quite small, she still stood above the yearling filly, forever destined to be tiny, for the lack of nutrients caused my near starvation in their struggle as foals. Shyly, young one skitters backwards a step, then, deeming it a safe distance, whuffs to the mare. -- Breeze, 07:41:43 10/19/02 Sat