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Date Posted: 11:18:29 02/18/02 Mon
Author: Dancing Jem
Subject: /*\ Recoil /*\
In reply to: Sunrise Spirit 's message, "There Is No Suprise" on 07:26:31 02/18/02 Mon

The mare recoils, mouth agape and chewing wildly as though tasting something odd. A smell ... yet not a smell, just an instinct ... she has never experianced it before, but she knows what it is. Death She backs up hurridly, eyes rolling. She shakes her head once, twice, uncertain, then turns and bolts back to the herd, panic-striken. She does not understand death. And it scares her.

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[> [> [> Darts -- Midnight Majesty, 12:28:50 02/18/02 Mon

Looks down 'pon the v'xen, that just moments ago had been filled with suprises. She rears sticted with panic, she darts in and out of trees, making her way to Bronco II, she rears in front of him and neighs.

Somthing's Gone Wrong, I sense ~~DEATH~~
Is what her shrieks sound of.

'Tis Not very Majestic

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[> [> [> [> .: Comfort :. -- Naranja, 13:00:15 02/18/02 Mon

The filly can at times be spiteful, but she senses her half-sisters panic and moves to comfort her, running her muzzle over Dancing Jem's quivering side. The smell of death invades her nostrils also, and she shivers, uncertain.

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