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Date Posted: 17:30:45 07/17/01 Tue
Author: Firefly
Subject: >Follows<
In reply to: The Heat is On 's message, "Theft" on 12:08:03 07/17/01 Tue

>She follows him silently, her heart pounding heaviliy. She pricks her ears forward, ready for this adventure. She looks at her theif, curiously. She prances around, wondering if she would be his, wondering whether may be this would be a new change. She stands there with mixed feelings.

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[> [> Nudge -- Heat, 20:11:12 07/17/01 Tue

He nudges her gently, his own heart pounding slightly.

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[> [> [> >Wonderment< -- Firefly, 16:10:10 07/18/01 Wed

>She stands there in wonderment, confused by the fact that her stallion has solen another mare, but has not tried to rescue her. She ponders on this while she watches for any movement. She shivers, instinct telling her to stay in an area where she would be protected, while her heart tells her to move away. She sticks with instinct, staying where she is, her ears swiveling around, her orbs searching. Her onyx hooves shine in the night, as she slowly moves side ways. Her glassy orbs would tell anyone whom gazed upon them, that she was overly confused and figity. She shakes herself, then resumes to grazing, her ears constantly straining for a sound......anything.....

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[> [> [> [> >Realizes -- Firefly, 10:36:30 07/20/01 Fri

>She realizes that the time was up. She was now The Heat is On' mare. She walks back to Refuge Hollow, to see if her new stallion was there.<

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