<font color=cyan face=Julius size=2>.::.Sickness.::. -- DarkStar's Herd

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Date Posted: 10:09:38 06/22/01 Fri
Author: Insomnia
Subject: .::.Sickness.::.

Gaze travels over the terrain. So much chaos, so much hate, so much disorder. Stamping her foot she only watches, calm composture never ceasing. She disliked the idea of war very much. So much bloodshed and chaos was distilled upon Mother Earth's sacred habitat. Sometimes the two groups didn't understand what the other was fighting for. She perhaps was a little shocked that FO had defied his father, but the wind's brought the success of a stong harem. A daughter born. All life's achievments were suceeded. FO had strong bloodlines the son of the two most respected horses. Didn't this mean he should be respected. And in some ways maybe he was. Hatred was strong in the air, and in truth she was blind to the fact. He openly disgraced his father, that she knew.

The god Mars would pick which side he fought for, and that would not be the choice of any equines. She dispised that she would have to stand up for her harem in a fight. Well at least they were not the attackers, but the defendees. In some ways it seemed if they were the attackers with all the rage they possessed.

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