The white filly steps in, silently surprised to see her friend here, at her own secret haunt. Did it hold the same sort of interest for her? Somehow, it must. She opened her mouth, then closed it, choosing to be silent. What could she say that would ease her pain at all? She hesitates a moment, considering swimming out to her, then whirls and vanishes instead. -- Dark Island

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Subject: The white filly steps in, silently surprised to see her friend here, at her own secret haunt. Did it hold the same sort of interest for her? Somehow, it must. She opened her mouth, then closed it, choosing to be silent. What could she say that would ease her pain at all? She hesitates a moment, considering swimming out to her, then whirls and vanishes instead.

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Date Posted: 16:38:04 05/25/02 Sat
Author Host/IP: chr168dhcp1210.chrchv01.md.comcast.net/68.33.172.186
In reply to: Fatal Midnight 's message, "~dashes in~" on 15:40:40 05/24/02 Fri

>~hooves strike the solid sand, but she throws herself
>into the tide, letting it carry her out into the waves
>that surrounded the island. The foam lashes out,
>filling her nostrils, but she snorts violently. She
>didn't want to die..not right now. Everything had to
>be perfect. After swimming out a short ways, she
>comes to a sandbar where she stands comfortably,
>thoughts swarming within her head. It would be so
>easy to throw herself into the waves, let that water
>fill her lungs, and drowning herself. Death would be
>swift, and she would be reunited with those that she
>loved and perhaps in spirit form, she could find her
>elder sister whom she silently adored all these years~

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~decision~	Fatal Midnight	15:09:03 05/30/02 Thu