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Thorn
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Date Posted: 05:17:04 05/21/03 Wed
Author Host/IP: strd-p1a-79.lakefield.net/206.40.120.86
In reply to:
Hellfire
's message, "-quiet-" on 18:37:13 05/20/03 Tue
†jaws clamp shut. Okay. Another guessing game. She could handle it. Optical observations are taken, before hurrying toward the lake, getting some grasses first, and dunking them in water. She comes back, and sets them down. Okay I know you can hear, so if you can eat, take that into your stomach. Concentrate on the grey beast over there, you can probably catch his scent. Just concentrate on his form. Don't black out. Glaring at Tank, she responds to his earliler words. If it is not reprimand you seek, then you are probably right not to say such things aloud. But then again, if you ever feel the need to crack open that old shell, I'm here.
Black mug searches out some weeds from the lake, some herbs to help give energy and strength. What happened to this one was an unsure thing. Perhaps she would never know. Weeds and herbs are set on the pile already in place at stallion's front, using the underwater plants to make a covering for the wound she saw. Being gentle, she applied it with lips, being as efficient as possible. Muzzle searches along the stallion's back, his temperature odd, but not as threatening as some. Form is lowered, close but yet not, sighing. This was a guessing game, and it was best if she remained close should something un-expected occur.†
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